This poem was written by Caroline Noel to honour her husband. It tells of the joy that they experience now and also the reality that they will part.
It is also with that same certainty that I will meet up with Deborah again to worship and serve our wonderful Saviour.
When I give thanks to God, for all
His priceless gifts to me,
Believe that then, among the chief,
I give Him thanks for thee.
For all the love that He has rained
Upon me, from thine eyes,
That shone like the stars above my storms,
Calm, though they sympathize.
And if one day the hands must loose,
That now so fondly clasp,
Yet, e'en thouh parted, both will be
Within the same strong grasp.
One on Christ's bosom gently laid,
The other safely led
A longer road, unto the land
Where live the blessed Dead.
There meeting, who can guess the gleam
Of rapture, that will rise,
When we the light of that fair realm
See in each other's eyes?
O deep unspeakable repose
Of knowing, that for aye
All that disturbed and hindered love
Has wholly passed away!
Sin, sickness, sorrow, chills of age,
And pangs of mortal fear,
Can never reach the land where Christ
Has wiped away each tear.
For Death has no dominion there,
Where Sin has never trod,
But souls transfigured, live and love
Within the Life of God.
Then fear we not to trust His Word,
And cherish Love's increase;
Since e'en its sharpest throes must pass
Into Eternal Peace.
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