Down in the deepest part
Of the very human heart
Is a place, a meeting place
Where Jacob saw Him face to face.
That place is most special in ev'ry way,
Someone looks in from outside every day.
Man! What dwells down in thy soul?
The Saviour longs to make it whole.
Doth trouble, sorrow, worry dwell within?
Or darkness, hatred, deep evil, blackest sin?
Christ longs to enter that chamber of night
And fill the entire space with light.
A Christless soul is an empty gulf
That will never cry "Enough".
Without the Holy Ghost to dwell,
Defenceless against the dezinens of hell,
The place becomes a cage for ev'ry thought unclean
And evil rests happily there, unseen.
Thou son of man,
Hear it now and understand.
Thou canst do nothing to flee
The formless pitch within thee.
Thou mayst take thy mind off thy labour
And pursue thy interests, with equal fervour.
Yet the Christless soul knoweth no relief
And being helpless, addeth more sorrow unto its grief.
Dear child, sweet, precious child,
Harken to the voice of Jesus, that voice so mild.
He gently knocketh at thy door
Standing without, as before.
He longs to enter in
And drive out ev'ry trace of sin.
And reign in thee, King of kings,
Thus to cease all thy strugglings,
So to know the peace that passeth all understanding.
Bring them to the Lord in prayer.
Tell it to Him, even if it's a whisper.
Know this, dear child, that God listens
And to thy cries His help hastens.
And sends angels to comfort thee,
His very own presence even, thy comfort be.
If thou fears to be lonely,
Know this, and remember it dearly:
Thou art never alone in thy journey;
Jesus is by thy side, and blessings surround thee.
Thou who walkest through the fire,
See! His wall of defence goes even higher.
Or if thou art fearing the waters,
Know that they are bound by Jehovah's orders.
Yes, Jesus, the Prince of peace,
Who alone didst bid the storm to cease.
Child, what dost thou lack
That God cannot give thee back.
For He never leaves His children with naught
But freely gives to those who have sought.
Come now, if thou hath the risen Christ living in thee,
Enter into His presence daily.
When thou from thy bed arise,
Start each day believing His promise.
Ever obey His gentle voice,
And always in thy trials rejoice.
For God uses them them, it does seem,
To make thee more like Him.
May all man call thee "Blessed",
For thou art in all thy ways guided.
The Lord God Himself walks with thee,
In all that ancient glory, splendour and majesty.

Even so, grace, peace and mercy
Be multiplied unto thee.
May the God of all peace grant thee grace
That'll continually shine upon thy face.
May God bless thy doings,
Thy goings and thy comings.