Closed is my pilgrimage, and I am basking
In the full sunshine of God's love.
There's not a joy but cometh without asking;
"Tis bliss ineffable I prove.

In the vast circle of His matchless favor,
Forevermore I shall abide :
The weary pilgrim and the homeless stranger
Is found with Him, the Crucified.

In Him accepted as in Him arrayed,
In heaven's unsullied light I stand:
My great indebtedness my Surety paid,
And hither led me by His hand.

Though Christ it were to live, still death is gain:
The earthly house, by sin defiled,
Is dropped, and my pure spirit bears no stain
Of what it was ere yet God's child.

Unclothed, for that bright morn with Him I wait,
When His glad shout shall pierce the skies
When for His saints He comes in royal state,
Object supreme of longing eyes.

"Even so, come, Lord Jesus."

L.