FRUIT OF HIS TRAVAIL

P. van den Berg

Lord Jesus, in Thy presence

Our hearts in rapture rest,

And conscious of Thy nearness

We are supremely blest.

No distance, nought to sever

This bond of love divine;

Lord Jesus, we in union

Are now for ever Thine!

Thy hands and side, Lord Jesus,

Were pierced—Oh depth of grace!

We gaze in holy wonder,

In Thee love’s purpose trace.

Thou’st served in love so tender

To have Thy cherished bride

To be in holy splendour

In glory at Thy side.

We praise with adoration

Such love in death expressed;

As fruit of Thy soul’s travail

Now in Thy love we rest.

Rijswijk
1951