Tuesday, November 17, 2015

O Immanence, that knows nor far nor near, but as the air we breathe is with us here



 
Have we not seen Thy shining garment's hem
 
Floating at dawn across the golden skies;
 
 
Through thin blue veils at noon, bright majesties;
 
Seen starry hosts delight to gem
 
The splendor that shall be Thy diadem?
 
 
 
O Immanence, that knows nor far nor near,
 
But as the air we breathe is with us here,
 
Our Breath of Life, O Lord, we worship Thee.
 
 
 
Worship and laud and praise Thee evermore;
 
Look up in wonder, and behold a door
 
 
Opened in heaven,
 
and One set on a throne:
 
 
Stretch out a hand,
 
and touch Thine own,
 
 
O Christ, our King, our Lord
 
whom we adore.
 
 
 
-Amy Carmichael, Immanence