(John 13)
JESUS' love shall never end—
Perfect love to banish fear;
Pow'r divine is in His hand—
All resource for help and cheer:
He it is, from glory's seat,
Stoops to wash and wipe our feet.
While poor Egypt's fare we bought,
Purchased at its deadly cost,
Jesus' prayer went up, unsought,
For the ruined and the lost:
He it is, from glory's seat,
Stoops to wash and wipe our feet.
When we groped in darkness drear—
Sighing for delivering power,
Did not Jesus then appear—
Free us in the trying hour?
He it is, from glory's seat,
Stooped to wash and wipe our feet.
Satan vanquished, too, may plan
(In his hate) to snare—defile
Those in the triumphant Man,
Waiting through the " little while:"
Jesus still, from glory's seat,
Stoops to wash and wipe our feet.
Every throb of grief He knows, .
Every faltering step He sees-
Ere the humbled glance arose,
Or the weeper bowed his knees;
Love and pow'r, from glory's seat,
Stoop to wash and wipe our feet.
Watchful Shepherd, soon Thine own-
Safe beyond the desert toil-
Perfected, and on Thy throne,
Garments never more to soil-
Shall their Lord and Master greet-
Him who washed and wiped their feet.