If
by Amy Carmichael, one of Christianity's most beloved missionaries
There are
times when something comes into our lives which is charged with love in
such a way that it seems to open the Eternal to us for a moment, or at
least some of the Eternal Things, and the greatest of these is love.
It may be a small and intimate touch upon us or our affairs, light as
the touch of the dawn wind on the leaves of the tree, something not to
be captured and told to another in words. But we know that it is our
Lord. And then perhaps the room where we are, with its furniture and
books and flowers, seems less present than His Presence, and the heart
is drawn into that sweetness of which the old hymn sings
The love of Jesus, what it is--None but His loved ones know
This is a line from the Hymn
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
- Jesus, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy presence rest.
- Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Savior or mankind!
- O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind Thou art,
How good to those who seek!
- But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.
- Jesus, our only Joy be Thou
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our Glory now
And through eternity.
