"WHAT THINK YE OF CHRIST?"
By M. F. M. Fish
Bro. Smith: I send you the following lines, which I copy for the Review, from “The Sabbath at Home.” Thoughts of Christ! oh! treasures golden!
Hidden deep from mortal sight,
In my heart of hearts enfolden,
Far from earth's cold touch or blight;
Oft I sit in deepening twilight,
When the day's stern toil is o'er,
Counting up the priceless riches
Of this precious, hoarded store. Thoughts of Christ! the Lord eternal;
Christ, the lowly Nazarene;
Christ, our God in mortal garments;
Standing me and death between;
Thoughts of tears, and blood, and anguish,
All endured to ransom me,
And to win my soul to love him,
Christ, the Lamb of Calvary. Thoughts of Christ! in mercy calling,
Seeking for his wandering child,
And with matchless pardon folding
To his heart the sin-defiled;
Thoughts of all his loving kindness,
Constant as the morning light,
And his peace forever falling,
Gentle as the dews of night. Thoughts of Christ! oh! blest assurance,
That upon the other shore,
Where no earth-born shadows follow,
Where my soul shall sin no more,
I shall kiss those wounds of healing,
Pierced on Calvary's cross of yore,
And in one sweet thought of Jesus
Spend the blissful evermore.