" I HAVE not sought Thee, I have not found Thee,
I have not thirsted for Thee :
And now cold billows of death surround me,
Buffeting billows of death astound me, —
Wilt Thou look upon, wilt Thou see
Thy perishing me ? "
"Yea, I have sought thee, yea, I have found thee,
Yea, I have thirsted for thee,
Yea, long ago with love's bands I bound thee:
Now the Everlasting Arms surround thee, —
Through death's darkness I look and see
And clasp thee to Me."
University Press : John Wilson and Son, Cambridge.