IMMANENCE by Amy Carmichael

Have we not seen Thy shining garment’s hem
Floating at dawn across the golden skies;
Through thin blue veils at noon, bright majesties;
Seen starry hosts delight to gem
The splendor that shall be Thy diadem?


     O Immanence, that knows no far nor near,
     But as the air we breathe is with us here,
     Our Breath of Life, O Lord, we worship Thee.


Worship and laud and praise Thee evermore;
Look up in wonder, and behold a door
Opened in heaven, and One set on a throne:
Stretch out a hand, and touch Thine own,
O Christ, our King, our Lord whom we adore.


From ‘Rose From Brier’

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