G. P. G.

John xiii.1

Jesus, the One unchanging,

Thy love I know;

I remember the Cross and the passion

Of long ago.

Jesus, Thy love unchanging,

How passing sweet,

When I shall arise with singing

Thyself to meet!

Jesus! the One unchanging,

That love of yore,

That love that shall be my gladness

For evermore --

That love is the love that bears me

O'er starless deeps;

That never through long night watches

Slumbers nor sleeps --

That filleth the lonely chambers

With psalm and song,

And along my journey guards me,

All, all along.

Of old on the Cross not deeper

Than now it is deep --

Not sweeter in innermost Heaven

Than whilst I weep.

Nor less whilst I traverse the desert

In pilgrim guise,

Than when white and radiant before Thee

In Paradise.