I WAS JOURNEYING IN THE NOONTIDE

I was journeying in the noontide,

when His light shone o‟er my road

and I saw Him in that glory,

saw Him, Jesus, Son of God.

All around, in noonday splendour,

earthly scenes lay fair and bright;

but my eyes no longer see them

for the glory of that light.




I have seen the face of Jesus,

tell me not of aught beside;

I have heard the voice of Jesus,

all my soul is satisfied.




Others, in the summer sunshine,

wearily may journey on;

I have seen a light from heaven,

past the brightness of the sun;

light that knows no cloud, no waning,

light wherein I see His face,

all His love‟s uncounted treasures,

all the riches of His grace.




Marvel not that Christ in glory

all my inmost heart hath won;

not a star to cheer my darkness,

but a light beyond the sun.

All below lies dark and shadowed,

nothing there to claim my heart,

save the lonely track of sorrow

where of old He walked apart.




Sinners, it was not to angels

all this wondrous love was given,

but to one who scorned, despised Him,

scorned and hated Christ in heaven.

From the lowest depths of evil,

to the throne in heaven above,

thus in me He told the measure

of His free unbounded love. ......