JESUS

My mother read of Jesus

In our black Bible book;

I heard of His compassions,

And sympathetic look.

My father read of Jesus

Who came to clear men's sin

Once in the course of ages

To make us clear within.

The preachers told of Jesus,

Descended from above,

Who came to deal with sorrows

In His descending love.

His people spoke of Jesus

Upon the Father's throne;

They praised and sang and worshipped

Because they were His own.

At length I came to know Him -

Compassion was for me;

For me He came from glory,

For me endured the tree.

For me He has ascended

To sit at God's right hand;

For me He sent the Spirit

That I might understand.

For me He has provided

A company of saints;

For me His ear is open -

He listens to my plaints.

The stories about Jesus

Are wonderful and true,

But do you know His sorrows

Were undergone for you?

The glorious love of Jesus

Is always fresh and new;

It warms the hearts of many -

But is it known by you?

We know God gave to Jesus

The place that is His due

But now He seeks the first place

Within your heart, from you.

The Lord is coming for me,

And all who are His own,

To take us to be with Him

And with Him share His throne.

Will you be one who answers

His great assembling cry?

Will you be waiting, ready

To live with Him on high?