Known of Him

“Mary!” just one word;

‘Twas all He need employ

To turn a woman’s sorrowing heart

Into a well of joy.

She thought He was the gardener;

“Master!” she answered now.

His voice, her name–it was enough;

She asked not, “Is it Thou?”

In seasons fo great trial

The Saviour oft appears;

He makes no long, impressive speech

To scatter all my fears.

He gently speaks my name.

Enough! What need I more

Than to be known and loved of Him

Whom heaven and earth adore?

Men know not Jesus lives,

In unbelief they dwell;

And as to Mary then, so now,

He bids us, “Go–and tell.”

By Barbara C. Ryberg