JUXTA CRUCEM by Horatius Bonar

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jun 29, 1882

JUXTA CRUCEM.

By Horatius Bonar

FROM the cross the blood is falling, And to us a voice is calling Like a trumpet silver-clear. 'Tis the voice announcing pardon, "It is finished," is its burden, Pardon to the far and near.

Peace that precious blood is sealing, All our wounds forever healing, And removing every load; Words of peace that voice has spoken, Peace that shall no more be broken, Peace between the soul and God.

Love, its fullness there unfolding, Stand we here in joy beholding, To the exiled sons of men; Love, the gladness past all naming, Of an open Heaven proclaiming, Love that bids us enter in.

"God is Love"—we read the writing, Traced so deeply to the smiting Of the glorious Surety there. "God is Light"—we see it beaming, Like a heavenly dayspring gleaming, So divinely sweet and fair.

Cross of shame, yet tree of glory, Round thee winds the one great story Of this ever-changing earth; Center of the true and holy, Grave of human sin and folly, Womb of nature's second birth.

—Horatius Bonar.