The
One by whom the worlds began
Who
furnished Earth by what He said
Was
found in figure as a Man
Without
a place to lay His Head.
By
Him on good and worthless ground
The
seed, the word of God, was sown
And
now for His delight abound
Fruits
from good ground for Him alone.
From
this world's raging seas He brought
Disciples,
sinners born again:
He
patiently and gently taught
Till
they were also "catching men".
Unending
gentleness and care
For
those whom men despised as least,
With
constant toil for men in prayer,
Displayed
perfection of a priest.
And
as the perfect Victim too
He
met death in the darkest hour,
Emerging
as the Victor who
Quelled
death and him who had its power.
Ascended
high to God's right hand
He
sits upon the throne of grace
Acclaimed
by all who understand
He
has secured their heavenly place.
And
as the Chief Musician now
He
moves God's service, phrase by phrase,
Touching
each harp-string to endow
Eternal,
orchestrated praise.
The incomparable Christ
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