I Timothy 1:15


From the palace of His glory

From the radiance and the rest,

Came the Son of God to seek me,

Bear me home upon His breast.


There from that eternal brightness

Did His thoughts flow forth to me

He in His great love would have me

Ever there with Him to be.


Far away, undone, forsaken

not for Him my heart was sore:

But for need and bitter hunger

Christ desired I nevermore


Could it be that in the glory

Ere of Him I had a thought,

He was yearning o'er the lost one,

Whom His precious Blood had bought?


That it was His need that brought Him

Down to the accursed tree,

Deeper than His deep compassion,

Wondrous thought! His need of me.


Trembling, I had hoped for mercy,

Some low place within His door

But the crown, the throne, the mansion,

He made ready long before


And in dim and distant ages,

In those courts so bright and fair,

Ere I was, was He rejoicing,

All he won, with me to share