H. SUSO

The Dance

I pass within the glory even now,

Where shapes and words are not,

For joy that passeth words, O Lord, art Thou,

A bliss that passeth thought.

I enter there, for Thou hast borne away

The burden of my sin;

With conscience clear as heaven's unclouded day

Thy courts I enter in.

Heaven now for me—for ever Christ and heaven—

The endless NOW begun—

No promise—but a gift eternal given,

Because the work is done.