“ALL things with Christ,” the mighty
One,
Who holds the stars in space unnamed,
Who guides alike the spheres far-famed
And every atom neath the sun,—
All things with him shall be well done.
“All things with Christ,” the loving One.
No creature-kind escapes his care,
And most the soul in deep despair
Finds Jesus ne’er its cause will shun,—
Need best commends to God’s dear Son.
“All things with Christ,” the tender
Friend.
How sweet his loving care to crave!
No pain, nor ill, nor death, nor grave
Can separate the constant hand
That guides Christ’s child to heaven’s
land.
“All things with Christ,” the coming
King.
Soon will his shout the old earth rend,
And forth its captive prisoners send
To meet their Lord, while angels sing,
And saints with praise make heaven ring.
“All things with Christ,”—O blest
estate!
What wondrous dowry! What content!
Heaven’s choicest Gift! From heaven
sent!
In Christ we with the parted wait
Till morning’s joy at heaven’s gate.