He wants not friends that hath Thy love, <br />And may converse and walk with Thee; <br />And with Thy saints here and above, <br />With whom forever I must be. <br /> <br />In the communion of the saints <br />Is wisdom, safety and delight; <br />And, when my heart declines and faints, <br />It’s raised by their heat and light. <br /> <br />As for my friends, they are not lost; <br />The several vessels of Thy fleet, <br />Though parted now, by tempests tossed, <br />Shall safely in the haven meet. <br /> <br />Still we are centered all in Thee, <br />Members, though distant, of one head; <br />In the same family we be, <br />By the same faith and Spirit led. <br /> <br />Before Thy throne we daily meet <br />As joint petitioners to Thee; <br />In spirit we each other greet, <br />And shall again each other see. <br /> <br />The heav'nly hosts, world without end, <br />Shall be my company above; <br />And Thou, my best and surest Friend, <br />Who shall divide me from Thy love?<br /><br />Richard Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-wants-not-friends-that-hath-thy-love/
