HE HAS A WAY
L. G. Milner1
He has a way, when troubles’ billows sweep
Above my head, which would in tumult keep
My soul. Yet through, right through, His love’s full strength To peaceful shores and calm, safe brings at length.
He has a way through devious paths of pain
To solace give—to bring to me the gain
Of love that suffered long, endured all grief,
So efficacious for the heart’s relief.
He has a way, when mountains towering high
My path do bar—their shadows hide the sky.
Yet eagle wings uplift, the mountains flee,
And in the Sun’s bright warmth His way I see.
His is the way when tempter seeks to show
An easier path, a broader way to go.
No vulture’s eye hath seen, nor lion trod
The way He leads my raptured soul to God.
He has a way to lift my soul above
This sordid scene, to where eternal love
Is full displayed. There I my heart may fill,
And in the calm of perfect love be still.
He has a way, how fruitful this for God,
The path in which His holy feet have trod.
He sets my feet where He has been before,
His strength, His joy, His peace, my lasting store.
He has a way to make my face to shine,
Illumined with a love that’s all divine.
Oh way supreme! The shining of God’s face
My soul’s deep joy, and my abiding place.
He is the way, Himself; He is the way
To all the deeps of God. With Him I may
Draw near in liberty, yet bowed in awe.
There in that holy presence to adore.
Tunbridge Wells