I WANT to tell the children
Of One whose name I love;
Who came on earth a stranger,
From a world of joy above.
He came to us with truth and grace,
With hands outstretched to bless,
He went around from place to place,
To thousands in distress.
He cleansed the leper, cured the blind,
Healed the sick and raised the dead;
He banished woes of every kind,
And multitudes of hungry, fed.
He wiped away the burning tears,
From many sorrowing eyes,
And vanquished the Disciples’ fears,
When waves did round them rise.
Although He saved and healed and blest,
And loved both great and small,
Men did not like this Heavenly Guest,
Whose grace flowed out to all.
So they found Him in Gethsemane,
Where all alone He prayed,
And took Him like an enemy,
To judgment to degrade.
They braided then a crown of thorns
And pressed it on His head;
And then with wicked sneers and scorns,
To Calvary He was led.
And then they nailed this Gracious Friend
To a cruel cross of wood;
And watched with joy His painful end,
As round the cross they stood.
Friends took Him from that shameful tree
And laid Him in the grave;
But God has raised Him up to be
The One to bless and save.
And now, at God’s right hand above,
He asks you to believe
The wondrous story of His love,
And life through Him receive. C. C. C.
ML 06/25/1899