Bounteous Our Lives

He did not weep when I left His fold

But gave His hand for me to hold

And wiped from longing eyes the tears

That worshipped Him ten thousand years.

When I returned He welcomed me

The prodigal of eternity,

And held me in His strong embrace

In His abode in timeless space.

Beyond the chaos and the calm

Beyond the reverential psalm,

The hymns we offer to His Grace

Transforming through the years His face

Till though our eyes His we see

In moments of eternity

And in our hearts we feel His beat,

Bounteous our lives and sweet.