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The Life of Christ

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Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Jun 28, 1877

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 3, No. 26.

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The Life of Christ.

Lowly and meek his sainted life, And mercy, love, and truth it taught; No din of war, no sound of strife, The heaven-anointed Saviour brought.
The gleams of light were few and faint, That fell upon the sainted One; He murmured not, breathed no complaint— “Father, thy holy will be done!”
Before his steps no banner waved, No shouts of victory rent the air, The Jews' stern wrath he calmly braved, Familiar grew with want and care.
The sick and suffering round him clung, The friendless poor before him bowed; The mourner blessed the sainted One, And children raised hosannas loud.
The world looked on with scornful eye, And Jew and Gentile mocked his power; He knew the death that he must die, Yet shrunk not from the dreadful hour.
Darkness closed round him, and he stood Alone amid the garden's shade; The Son of God, the pure, the good, Knelt in his agony and prayed!
Friendless he stood, and met his fate, And taunts and scoffs fell on his ear, And brows grew dark with rage and hate, And strong hearts shook with doubt and fear.
Torn was the brow that beamed with love; By his own friends, betrayed, denied; He raised his pleading eyes above, “Father, forgive them!” thus he died!
Then sudden darkness veiled the land, And rock bound tombs were opened wide, And thence walked forth a holy band Of saints, who long before had died.
And thus he lived; this holy life, It broke the heathen's gods of clay. It calmed the din of earthly strife, And taught the hearts of men to pray.
It broke upon the mourner's night, It bound the bleeding sorrowing heart; It led the straying by its light, And bade the weak from bondage start.
It was the truth, but oh! it came In no deep tones of thunder forth; Not in the storm nor in the flame, It broke upon the startled earth.
It was the truth—a still, small voice Came softly from the realms above, It bade the weary world rejoice, It was the truth—it came in love.