I called on all the holy names

Of every clime and creed,

"Show me the way, in mercy, ye Great ones who have reached the goal".

Years then passed in bitter cry,

Each moment seemed an age,

Till one day midst my cries and groans Some one seemed calling me.

A gentle soft and soothing voice That said "my son", "my son", That seemed to thrill in unison With all the chords of my soul.

I stood on my feet and tried to find The place the voice came from;

I searched and searched and turned to see Round me, before, behind.

Again, again it seemed to speak - The voice divine to me.

In rapture all my soul was hushed, Entranced, enthralled in bliss.

A flash illumined all my soul; The heart of my heart opened wide. O joy, O bliss, what do I find! My love, my love, you are here, And you are here, my love, my all!

And I was searching thee! From all eternity you were there Enthroned in majesty!

From that day forth, where'er I roam, I feel Him standing by

O'er hill and dale, high mount and vale, Far far away and high.

The moon's soft light, the stars so bright, The glorious orb of day,

He shines in them; His beauty - might - Reflected lights are they.

The majestic morn, the melting eve, The boundless billowy sea,

In nature's beauty, songs of birds,

I see through them - it is He.

When dire calamity seizes me, The heart seems weak and faint, All nature seems to crush me down, With laws that never bend.

Meseems I hear Thee whispering sweet My love, "I am near", "I am near". My heart gets strong. With Thee, my love, A thousand deaths no fear.

Thou speakest in the mother's lay

That shuts the baby's eye;

When innocent children laugh and play I see Thee standing by.

When holy friendship shakes the hand, He stands between them too;

He pours the nectar in mother's kiss And the baby's sweet "mama".

Thou wert my God with prophets old; All creeds do come from Thee; The Vedas, Bible, and Koran bold Sing Thee in harmony.

"Thou art", "Thou art" the Soul of souls

In the rushing stream of life.

"Om tat Sat om." (Tat Sat means that only real existence. [Swamiji's note].) Thou

art my God.

My love, I am thine, I am thine.

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