From the palace of
His glory,
From the home of joy and love,
Came the Lord Himself to seek us;
He would have us there above.
There from that
eternal brightness
Have His thoughts flow'd forth in love;
He in His great love would have us
Ever there with Him above.
Trembling we had
hoped for mercy--
Some lone place within His door:
But the crown, the throne, the mansion,
All were ready long before.
And in past and
distant ages,
In those courts so bright and fair,
Ere we were, was He rejoicing,
All He won with us to share.
8,7.
Mrs. Bevan