Only in Him

Unto Myself, my dear child, I would bring thee! 
Who like Myself thy sure solace can be? 
Who can reach down, down so deeply within thee? 
Give to thy heart such a full sympathy? 

Mournest thou sore that thy loved ones have failed thee? 
Failed, sadly failed thy true comfort to be? 
"Why did they fail" dost thou ask? Let Me whisper - 
"That thou should'st find thy heart's comfort in Me." 

Unto Myself, Ah, no not unto others, 
Dearest, or sweetest, or fairest, or best; 
Only in Me lieth unchanging solace; 
Only in Me is thy promise of rest! 

Child of My love, to Myself I would bring thee! 
Not to some PLACE of most heavenly bliss; 
Places, like people, may all disappoint thee, 
Till thou hast learned to drink higher than this. 

Unto Myself, my dear child, I would bring thee! 
None like Myself thy full portion can be! 
While, in my heart, there is hunger and longing 
That I might find choicest treasure in thee. 

Unto Myself! to Myself - not My service! 
Then to most sweetly and certainly prove 
That I can make thee My channel of blessing, 

Use thee to she'd forth the wealth of my love. 

- J. Danson Smith.