(Hebrews vii. 24, 25.) Sweet to trace His toiling footsteps Here amidst the desert sands; Bear in memory all His sorrow, Thorn-clad head and pierced hands! Learn His love beside the manger, Learn it on the stormy wave, By the well, and in the garden- Learn it by the Cross and grave. Yet not only in remembrance Do we watch that stream of love- Still a mighty torrent flowing From the throne of God above. Still a treasure all uncounted- Still a story half untold- Unexhausted and unfathomed, Fresh as in the days of old. Christ at God's right hand unwearied By our tale of shame and sin, Day by day, and hour by hour, Welcoming each wanderer in; On His heart amidst the glory, Bearing all our grief and care. Every burden, ere we feel it, Weighed and measured in His pr...
Looking to Christ for my vision and hope.