Some Better Thing
The little purling streams of things
go singing to the
sea,
The passing joys of earth and time
that once laid hold on me;
But I have seem a vaster tide than
they have ever known,
And I have heard a mightier song that
drowns the streamlets' tone;
For I have seen the face of Christ
and I have heard His voice,
And in the swelling flood of joy
my spirit's deeps rejoice.
The little pleasant, passing things,
that meant so much to me,
Are lost in ocean fullness as the
streams within the sea.
