Sheaves of Grain

Genesis.37:7

If It Were Not So

I thought I heard my Saviour say to me:

“My love will never weary, child, of thee.”
Then in me, whispering doubtfully and low:
How can that be?
He answered me,
“But if it were not so,
I would have told thee.”

I thought I heard my Saviour say to me:

“My strength encamps on weakness – so on thee.”
And when a wind of fear did through me blow –
How can that be?
He answered me,
“But if it were not so,
I would have told thee.”

O most fine Gold

That naught in me can dim,
Eternal Love, that has her home in Him
Whom, seeing not, I love,
I worship Thee.

Author
Amy Carmichael.