THOU SEEST ME by M. C. W.

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 14, 1911

"THOU SEEST ME"

By M. C. W.

"THOU seest me" in sin's dark, blackest hour, Deep in the secret chambers of the heart, Beyond the reading of man's highest power, Beyond man's ken, where soul and spirit part.

From Thee, the Seeing One, we may not hide The tainted heart, the curseful, pleasing lie, The demon Hate, the love, the truth denied, The fair without, within sin's deepest dye.

"Thou seest me!"—'Tis awful to the soul Who lives in sin's entrancing evil thrall, That alway, while life's years shall onward roll, God sees, God knows,—not part; He knows it all.

"Thou seest me!" God's comfort to the soul That trusts His knowledge, wisdom, love, and might, Whether on ocean wild, where storm waves roll, Or in the forest's deep and darksome night;

Or in the desert wild, cast out, alone, With heart of grief, rebellious, under wrong, His angel comes, He hears the faintest moan, And turns the sighing into homeward song.

"Thou seest me," O God—a blessed thought! Thou knowest all the failures, all the sin; But Thou hast love and power, and Thou hast bought, That Thou the heart may'st cleanse, and reign within.

And so I go rejoicing in Thy love. Thou seest but to save, forever near. In barren ways fall blessings from above, And all the way Thou'lt see and help and cheer.