Apart
Ps. 25:12
LORD Jesus, 'tis exceeding gain
If but Thyself I know;
I thank Thee thus for hours of pain
That come to pay below:
The message Thou art pleased to send,
In mercy from above,
Appoints the silent hours I spend,
Reposing in Thy love.
I leave awhile the thronging crowd
To be apart with Thee;
I hear not now the strivings loud
That vex the distant sea:
The heavings of its restless tide
Sound faintly on mine ear,
And from Thy Haven fair and wide
I see my Home so near.
I know not what may be in store;
The charge is This to keep:
Perchance my bark need never more
Launch forth upon the deep;
But whether toward the golden strand
Be set the vessel's prow,
Or whether sailing far from land,
Doth not concern me now.
Thou art Thyself, O precious LORD,
My one eternal gain;
Thou art my solace and reward
Alike in ease and pain.
Because Thy love enfoldeth me
No ill can e'er befall;
'Tis perfect peace to rest in Thee,
My LORD, my all in all.
Hannah K. Burlingham
Psalm 25:12-13 What man is he that feareth the LORD? him shall he teach in the way that he shall choose. His soul shall dwell at ease...
Mark 6:31-32 And he said unto them, Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while: for there were many coming and going, and they had no leisure so much as to eat. And they departed into a desert place by ship privately.
Ship painting by Carl Rasmussan (from rawpixel.com)
