THE ASCENDING SON OF GOD.
By L. D. Santee
"He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight." Acts 1: 9. GONE in the clouds, and there's not a gleam of Thee,
Heavenward passed from our sight away,
Lost to our view, we can only dream of Thee,
God's High Priest in the gates of day.
Gone from our sight, and still we can pray to Thee,
"Intercessor" and Christ divine.
Kneeling in dust, we can only say to Thee,
"Lord, let Thine own life govern mine." Lonely on Olivet's height Thou did'st cry for us,
Weeping over the sins of men,
Nailed to the cruel tree Thou did'st die for us,
Now Thou to heaven hast gone again,
Gone, and the heavens shall see Thy face once more,
"Prince," "Redeemer," and "Son of God,"
Up to the Highest, Thy rightful place once more,
Thou who the wine-press alone hast trod. But Thy dear presence, by day and night with us;
Lingers, never to pass away,
Life shall be glad, and hope grow bright with us,
When Thy sweet Spirit is here to stay.
Soon in the skies we shall catch a gleam of Thee,
Coming with angels to claim Thine own,
Till that glad day we shall wait and dream of Thee,
Saviour beloved, on Thy Father's throne. Dixon, Ill. L. D. SANTEE.