In Him
by William Mealand

In Him the far-flung ages dawned, aglow
       With all the splendor of God's purpose deep,
       In Him the orbs of space their stations keep,
And all creation, longing, waits to show
The beauty of His perfect reign. And lo!
       Earth's weary toilers o'er life's mountains steep,
       Unite with nature's myriad hosts to leap
Their bars, His liberty and grace to know.

       In hope, thus throbbing, ages pass along,
Attendant on His will, august, sublime.
       Each interlude a vivid drama, strong
In mystery, unfolding to the prime
       Rare day of God. 'Tis then in Him the song
Exults, Who triumphs o'er the ills of time.

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