“NEVER perish!”―words of mercy, coming
from the lips of One,
Who, though here a homeless stranger, fills
the high eternal throne.
Brightness of the Father’s glory, God and
man in one combined,
Faithful Shepherd of the chosen, safe are
those to Him assigned.
“Never perish!” words of sweetness, dissipating every fear;
Filling all with joy and gladness, who the
Shepherd’s voice can hear;
Bringing richest consolation to the soul
fatigued, oppress’d;
Sweet refreshment to the fainting, and to
weary spirits rest.
“Never perish!” words of power; Satan
now, I can defy!
Safe my soul beyond my keeping, hid with
Christ in God on high.
Come what will, I’m safe forever― ‘tis the
promise of my God;
Triumph in His word unfailing―sealed with
Jesus’ precious blood.
“Never perish!” words of glory―heaven
is mine, and all is well!
O my soul! with rapture burning, on this
precious sentence dwell;
Think not of thy faults and failings, nor on
thy deserving’s brood―
What thou art in Christ now ponder, and the
purpose of thy God.
A. M.