Is my life an epistle of Christ
In my speech, my walk, and my ways?
As with others I meet and converse,
Does my life testify to His praise?
As the moon and the stars in the sky
Reflect rays of light from the sun,
Does my life in some measure reflect
The love of the crucified One?
That One who created the worlds—
Who sustaineth all things by His might—
The Eternal in glory above
Was ever His Father's delight.
But He left it: so great was His love
That He laid all this glory aside
And stooped to come down to this earth
To redeem for Himself His bride.
For He saw us afar off from God
With hearts and minds ruined by sin,
And He longed to reveal divine love
That our poor rebel hearts He might win.
He told out the love of God's heart
To a world that was ruined and lost
By willingly bearing our guilt
And atoning for sin at such cost.
Believers who trust in His love
A reflection of Jesus should be
That others whom daily they meet
A glimpse of His image may see.
Forbid that my letter of life
Should to any a stumbling block be;
But grant that Thine own blessed Son
May be seen—"Christ living in me."
"For ye know the grace of our
Lord Jesus Christ, that, though
He was rich, yet for your sakes
He became poor, that ye through
His poverty might be rich."