Thou Wert Far Off And In The Sight Of Heaven [hymn]

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Title:     Thou Wert Far Off And In The Sight Of Heaven [hymn]
Author: Jean Ingelow [More Titles by Ingelow]

"_And fell on his neck, and kissed him._"

Thou wert far off, and in the sight of heaven
Dead. And thy Father would not this should be;
And now thou livest, it is all forgiven;
Think on it, O my soul, He kissed thee!

What now are gold and gear? thou canst afford
To cast them from thee at His sacred call,
As Mary, when she met her living Lord,
The burial spice she had prepared let fall.

O! what is death to life? One dead could well
Afford to waste his shroud, if he might wake;
Thou canst afford to waste the world, and sell
Thy footing in it, for the new world's sake.

What is the world? it is a waiting place,
Where men put on their robes for that above.
What is the new world? 'tis a Father's face
Beholden of His sons--the face of love.

[The end]
Jean Ingelow's poem: Thou Wert Far Off And In The Sight Of Heaven [hymn]

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