Satisfied

Draw me to Thee, till far within Thy rest,
In stillness of Thy peace, Thy voice I hear-
For ever quieted upon Thy breast,
            So loved, so near.

By mystery of Thy touch my spirit thrilled,
            O Magnet all Divine;
The hunger of my soul for ever stilled,
            For Thou art mine.

For me, O Lord, the world is all too small,
            For I have seen Thy face,
Where Thine eternal love irradiates all
            Within Thy secret place.
And therefore from all others, from all else,
            Draw Thou my soul to Thee…
…Yea-Thou has broken the enchanter;s spells,
            And I am free.

Now in the haven of untroubled rest
            I land at last,
The hunger, and the thirst, and weary quest
           For ever past.
There, Lord to lose, in bliss of Thine embrace
           The recreant will;
There, in the radiance of Thy blessed Face,
           Be hushed and still;
There, speechless at Thy pierced Feet
           See none and nought beside,
And know but this – that Thou art sweet,
           That I am satisfied.