Out of Nazareth

AMY CAROLINE THROSSELL

With eyes quite blurred by tears of mortal sense,
We questioned, as Nathanael did:
Can any good come out of Nazareth?
The night seemed very dark;
No faintest beam of morning pierced the gloom.
With groping hand we blindly sought
For surcease from our travail sore.

And still His love was there;
Closer and surer binding
All life within His life—
Unending and complete.
And heaven opened and the angels came,
Ascending and descending
Upon the son of man.

And rising from the night of travail
We beheld the light,—
The glory of His presence,—
And we knew
One God and Father of us all,
And man in Him complete.