He did not weep when I left His fold But gave His hand for me to hold And wiped from longing eyes the tears That worshipped Him ten thousand years.
When I returned He welcomed me The prodigal of eternity, And held me in His strong embrace In His abode in timeless space.
Beyond the chaos and the calm Beyond the reverential psalm, The hymns we offer to His Grace Transforming through the years His face
Till though our eyes His we see In moments of eternity And in our hearts we feel His beat, Bounteous our lives and sweet.
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