AFTER A RETREAT
By Robert Hugh Benson
What hast thou learnt to-day?Hast thou sounded awful mysteries,Hast pierced the veiléd skies,Climbed to the feet of God,Trodden where saints have trod,Fathomed the heights above?Nay,This only have I learnt, that God is love.What hast thou heard to-day?Hast heard the Angel-trumpets cry,And rippling harps reply;Heard from the Throne of flameWhence God incarnate cameSome thund’rous message roll?Nay,This have I heard, His voice within my soul.
What hast thou learnt to-day?Hast thou sounded awful mysteries,Hast pierced the veiléd skies,Climbed to the feet of God,Trodden where saints have trod,Fathomed the heights above?Nay,This only have I learnt, that God is love.What hast thou heard to-day?Hast heard the Angel-trumpets cry,And rippling harps reply;Heard from the Throne of flameWhence God incarnate cameSome thund’rous message roll?Nay,This have I heard, His voice within my soul.
What hast thou learnt to-day?Hast thou sounded awful mysteries,Hast pierced the veiléd skies,Climbed to the feet of God,Trodden where saints have trod,Fathomed the heights above?Nay,This only have I learnt, that God is love.
What hast thou learnt to-day?
Hast thou sounded awful mysteries,
Hast pierced the veiléd skies,
Climbed to the feet of God,
Trodden where saints have trod,
Fathomed the heights above?
Nay,
This only have I learnt, that God is love.
What hast thou heard to-day?Hast heard the Angel-trumpets cry,And rippling harps reply;Heard from the Throne of flameWhence God incarnate cameSome thund’rous message roll?Nay,This have I heard, His voice within my soul.
What hast thou heard to-day?
Hast heard the Angel-trumpets cry,
And rippling harps reply;
Heard from the Throne of flame
Whence God incarnate came
Some thund’rous message roll?
Nay,
This have I heard, His voice within my soul.
What hast thou felt to-day?The pinions of the Angel-guideThat standeth at thy sideIn rapturous ardours beat,Glowing, from head to feet,In ecstasy divine?Nay,This only have I felt, Christ’s hand in mine.
What hast thou felt to-day?The pinions of the Angel-guideThat standeth at thy sideIn rapturous ardours beat,Glowing, from head to feet,In ecstasy divine?Nay,This only have I felt, Christ’s hand in mine.
What hast thou felt to-day?The pinions of the Angel-guideThat standeth at thy sideIn rapturous ardours beat,Glowing, from head to feet,In ecstasy divine?Nay,This only have I felt, Christ’s hand in mine.
What hast thou felt to-day?
The pinions of the Angel-guide
That standeth at thy side
In rapturous ardours beat,
Glowing, from head to feet,
In ecstasy divine?
Nay,
This only have I felt, Christ’s hand in mine.