MADE for Thyself, O God! Made for Thy love, Thy service, Thy delight; Made to show forth Thy wisdom, grace, and might; Made for Thy praise, whom veiled archangels laud; Oh, strange and glorious thought, that we may be A joy to Thee! Yet the heart turns away From this grand destiny of bliss, and deems 'T was made for its poor self, for passing dreams, Chasing illusions melting day by day; Till for ourselves we read on this world's best, "This is not rest!" Nor can the vain toil cease, Till in the shadowy maze of life we meet One who can guide our aching, wayward feet To find Himself, our Way, our Life, our Peace; In Him the long unrest is soothed and stilled Our hearts are filled. O rest, so true, so sweet! (Would it were shared by all the weary world!) 'Neath shadowing banner of His love unfurled, We bend to kiss the Master's pierced feet; Then lean our love upon His loving breast, And know God's rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL by JOHN DRYDEN A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II FRIENDSHIP'S BLACK AND WHITE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |