What The Lord Saith

Trust my father, saith the eldest-born;         I did trust him ere the earth began;         Not to know him is to be forlorn;         Not to love him is--not to be man.         He that knows him loves him altogether;         With my father I am so content         That through all this dreary human weather         I am working, waiting, confident.         He is with me; I am not alone;         Life is bliss, because I am his child;         Down in Hades will I lay the stone         Whence shall rise to Heaven his city piled.         Hearken, brothers, pray you, to my story!         Hear me, sister; hearken, child, to me:         Our one father is a perfect glory;         He is light, and there is none but he.         Come then with me; I will lead the way;         All of you, sore-hearted, heavy-shod,         Come to father, yours and mine, I pray;         Little ones, I pray you, come to God!