THE BLESSED INTERCESSION.
By R. Coe.
Up in the radiant sky,
Far from all human eye,
Upon the throne on high,
Jesus now stands,
Still pleading night and day:
“Father! forgive, I pray,
Man’s sins are washed away,
See my torn hands! “Did I not sigh for him?
Did I not die for him?
Did I not cry for him,
Father, forgive!
When on the cross I lay,
Man’s sins to wash away?
Still unto Thee I pray,
Father, forgive! “Earth is an evil place,
Man’s is a feeble race,
Aye, lost without Thy grace,
Father, forgive!
Speak to his troubled soul,
Make his sacred conscience whole,
Oh! may he reach the goal!
Father, forgive! “Why take I heed of him?
Am I not seed of him?
Did I not bleed for him?
Father, forgive!
Closed I mine eyes again,
Sought I these skies again,
Here let my sighs attain,
Father, forgive!” Oft doth the blessed One,
Stooping from His holy throne,
Heeding the suppliant tone,
Father, forgive!
Calls man to him on high,
Up in the radiant sky,
Far from all human eye,
Ever to live. Then do the angels sing:
“Glory to God our King!
He, He alone can bring
Man up on high,
Thanks to the Blessed One!
Thanks to His holy Son!”
Echoes the glorious tone,
Far through the sky.—R. Coe.