While we sat in the deepening twilight,
And listened to the voice of him,
Who reverently asked a blessing:
Then the King came in.
Oh! what a gracious presence,
What a calm it brought within,
Like those days in the far off Galilee,
When the King came in.
And our soul went out with a longing
That we might draw near to Him;
For desire did burn within us,
When the King came in.
And we thought we could rest forever,
Rest at the feet of Him,
The only sure hope for the sinner,
Christ the Eternal King.
J. A.
Helmsdale.