Gerhard Ter Steegen

Ps. lxi.4

In Him we live, in Him we move; seek not thy God afar;

He is not prisoned in a height above sun, moon, and star.

But thou through strange dark lands hast strayed, and wandered far from Him;

And therfore He, O Soul, to thee, is distant and is dim.

Lord, I was in the far-off land, I loved from Thee to stray,

And when unto myself I came, a swine-herd far away,

One moment -- then the welcome sweet, the kiss, the Father's Home;

Far distant was the distance; to Thy bosom I am come.