Forget the things behind and hasten on

Bread of the mighty—then enough for thee!

With quickened heart and footsteps. Thou shalt see

The goal more clear before the journey’s done.

What is it too to Him from whom it came?

That perfect, fragrant life in lowly grace,

The hidden manna—secret years proclaim

God’s infinite delight—before His face?

What but a golden pot within the ark

Of the Lord’s covenant could well enshrine

That holy life? Hearts bowing, we remark

Abounding glory, human and divine.

The manna ceased—Thou ever art the Same,

Unending, changeless source of heavenly food—

Our spirits now unite in Thine acclaim

And worship Thee, Thou Giver of all good.

(The author wishes to remain anonymous)

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