By Edna den Dulk

DRAWN by Thine own great love, O Christ Divine,
I yield my all and whisper, “I am Thine.”
Safe from all fear or taint of earth’s decay,
Thou art my strength, my portion and my stay.

In Thee, O Christ, I rest from all my woes,
Receive the gifts which Thy great love bestows.
As wave on wave, the ripples shoreward press,
The fullness of Thy grace doth soothe and bless.

And though a golden beam of endless light,
Strong-winged enough to pierce earth’s darkest night,
Thy love is poured, and as it gently shines,
Joy, Peace and hope within its rays confines.

My weary quest is ended. Like the dove,
I now have found the green leaf of Thy love.
I fold my wings and rest beneath the cross,
No more the storms my tranquil soul shall toss.

Midst toil and strife, in calm repose I’m blest,
As John of old upon Thy heart did rest.
At last my aching heart has found its home,
My peaceful spirit doth no longer roam.

Secure in Thee, and shaken by no fears,
No shadows fall across the distant years.
Thy brightness clears the mists of doubt away,
And makes the night of gloom an endless day.

The joys of sweet submission to Thy will
The fleeting days with ringing gladness fill.
Thy love, eternal, boundless as the sea,
From all the storms of life doth shelter me.

When grim fear lurks sometimes around the soul,
And clouds and shadows dark obscure the goal,

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