JESUS, Lamb of Calvary,
Who didst die to set us free;
Saviour, gathered to Thy name,
We Thy promised presence claim,
Here these peaceful walls within,
Free from fear and care and sin,
We would muse on Thy great love,
Every other love above.
Love which brought Thee down to earth,
Bethlehem’s Babe of lowly birth;
God’s dear Son in manhood’s guise,
Known to none but opened eyes.
Thou, the Holy One of God,
His delight, by heaven adored;
Thou didst lay Thy glory by,
Stoop to earth to bleed and die.
Thine those words of agony,
“Why hast Thou forsaken me?”
Bowed beneath sin’s heavy load,
Thus to make us nigh to God.
As we muse on all Thy grace
To our ruined rebel race,
Deep desire doth fill each heart
To behold Thee as Thou art.
As Thou art in glory now,
Many crowns upon Thy brow;
Highest name on earth, in heaven,
By Thy Father to Thee given.
Jesus, Lord, we Thee adore,
At Thy feet our praises pour;
Passing knowledge is Thy love,
Every other theme above.
M.S.S
THERE is no need, if you are a Christian, that you should die at all. I do not say I shall not die. All I say is, I am not expecting to. Death may come, not must. The Lord will come. God’s blessed tidings is this, that Christ has gone into death for us, and has come up out of it; and therefore, those who belong to Him, redeemed with His blood, are brought to God, and stand before Him, on the Bound of the work Jesus has accomplished.
W. T. P. W.