Tuesday, August 12, 2014

My Lord,

The words of this hymn by Madame Guyon are especially meaningful because they speak of her attitude during and after many years of imprisonment for her beliefs.


My Lord, How full of Sweet Content;
I pass my years of banishment!
Where'er I dwelt, I dwell with Thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.


To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.


While place we seek, or place we
   shun
'The soul finds happiness in none;
But with God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy, to go or stay.


Could I be cast where Thou are not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot:
But regions none remote I call
Secure of finding God in all.
--Madame Guyon (1648-1717

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