THE LOVE OF CHRIST by Sarah Doudney

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 20, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 12.

THE LOVE OF CHRIST.

By Sarah Doudney

ART thou alone on earth, a stranger here, Without one kindred spirit dwelling near To soothe thy sorrows, or thy joys to share, Or breathe thy name to Heaven in secret prayer? Be comforted, for thou hast still a Friend. Lo! Jesus loves thee—loves thee to the end.

Art thou in sickness? Lift thy weary eyes Unto that cross whereon he bleeds and dies; Behold the pierced hands, the riven side! For thee he suffered and was crucified; And thou with him hereafter shall ascend, For Jesus loves thee—loves thee to the end.

Art thou in poverty and sore distress? The Saviour's touch can make thy burden less. Life's load is heavy, but he knows its weight, And thou shalt leave it at the golden gate— To which thy feeble footsteps surely tend; For Jesus loves thee—loves thee to the end.

Art thou in sorrow for some secret sin— Hating the evil that lies so deep within? One crimson fount can make thee clean and fair, Go thou and wash thy soul's stained vesture there. Draw near, nor fear thy boldness shall offend, For Jesus loves thee—loves thee to the end.

His sweet voice speaks to weary ones like thee, In Love's eternal language, "Comfort ye." And all his ancient promises divine Were made to those who felt such need as thine. Goodness and mercy shall thy steps attend, For Jesus loves thee—loves thee to the end.

—Sarah Doudney.