SUNDAY AT HOME.
A HYMN TO CHRIST, O Son of God ! 0 Grace of God ! O Holy God and true ! / God’s other self, with human will, And heart most human too. O sword that finds, 0 word that binds The weakness of the soul ! 0 piercing Word ! O healing sword ! Our terror and our goal. Thou hast the hammer ox the Lord, Mighty to break and we id ! Thy left hand smites, but by Thy right More strong we are upheld. Lord, how we dread Thy searching eyes. How love Thy seeking heart ! We glow beneath Thy subtle breath. We fly Thy subtle dart. - How are we torn, yet mollified ; How rent, though reconciled. 'What peace is ours to live in> war, So pure and so defiled. Ah, meek and mighty Word of G-od, Ah, cross most weak and strong ! Thou piercest most discerningly ; Quick, thou dost suffer long. No keenest (glance is sharp as love. No shrewdness can divine And do us justice like that swift And patient heart of Thine. H light of God ! ,0 fire of God ! And txnxth that makest true ! jPierce, search us, burn us, bring to dust, But O, create us new. P. T. FORSYTH.
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SUNDAY AT HOME., Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 50, 16 February 1907
SUNDAY AT HOME. Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 50, 16 February 1907
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