Christ our Life

J. N. Darby

Precious Seed

To live of Thee - blest source of deepest joy!
To hear e’en now by faith Thy voice of love –
Thou living spring of bliss without alloy,
Bright inlet to the light of heaven above!

Come, fill my soul! Thy light is ever pure,
And brings from heaven what Thou alone canst give,
Yea, brings Thyself, the revelation sure
Of heaven's eternal bliss; in Thee we live.

Thou'st made the Father known; Him have we seen
In Thy blest Person – infinite delight!
Yes, it suffices; though we here but glean
Some foretaste of His love, till all be light.

O, dwell with me; let no distracting thought
Intrude to hide from me that heavenly light.
Be Thou my strength! Let not what Thou hast brought
Be chased by idle nature's poor delight.

Father, Thou lovest me. Favour, all divine,
Rests upon my soul, a cloudless favour! There
Thy face shines on me, as it still doth shine
On Thy blest Son! His image I shall bear!

But now, e'en now, Thy love can fill my soul –
That love that soars beyond all creature thought –
In spirit bring where endless praises roll,
And fill my longing heart till there I'm brought.

AUTHOR PROFILE: Written by J. N. Darby, at the age of 79 years.