The Christ

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 21, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 3.

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The Christ

By Richard Chenevix Trench
He might have reared a palace at a word, Who sometimes had not where to lay His head. Time was when He who nourished crowds with bread, Would not one meal unto Himself afford. He healed another’s scratch, His own side bled; Side, hands, and feet with cruel piercings gored. Twelve legions girded with angelic sword Stood at His back, the scorned and buffeted. O wonderful, the wonders left undone, Yet not more wonderful than those He wrought! O self-restraint, surpassing human thought! To have all power, yet be as having none! O self-denying love, that thought alone For needs of others, never for its own!