The Love of Christ.

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GREAT was indeed the love of Christ
To leave His throne on high,
To come to seek and save the lost
And in their place to die.
Oh! who can tell what grief was His
When hanging on the tree;
He bore the smiting and the stripes
That we might healed be.
His life He spent in doing good,
And healing the oppressed;
He bade the weary come to Him That
He might give them rest.
The gospel to the poor He preached,
The multitude He fed;
He comforted the sorrowing,
To life He raised the dead.
He cleansed the lepers, healed the sick,
Gave eyesight to the blind;
His ceaseless acts of power and grace
How sweet to call to mind.
He is the same, though now in heaven,
And waiteth to receive,
And give eternal life to all
Who in His name believe.
Oh! come to Him, His outstretched arms
Are open to embrace
All those who in His blessed name
Their confidence will place.
His people’s great High Priest in heaven
At God’s right band on high;
He lives to intercede for those
For whom He came to die.
We wait to see Him “face to face,”
What wondrous bliss ‘twill be
With Christ, the Well-beloved of God,
To spend eternity!
M.S.S.