IN Christ all fullness dwelleth
Our every need to meet.
Tell me the name He beareth
To erring saints most sweet;
And see how you can spell it,
With letters ten complete.
The Spirit cries their hearts within
A name to saints how dear.
As seen in Christ the saint descries
How changed he doth appear.
He gave a sword, most dearly won,
To God’s anointed king.
The tempter left him weak, undone,
How bitter was her sting!
He for a favorite dish forgot,
What God his wife had told.
A warrior won a favored lot,
Most fertile to behold.
The spot where fervent prayer arose,
And God with rain replied.
Upon a mount his eyes did close,
And then he meekly died.
Orphans and widows wept her, dead,
And showed her loving toil.
A soldier sought, by anger led,
His brother’s faith to soil.