What Is My Lord to You?
By M. C. W.
To me He is Day, for His blessed light
Struck all of my darkness through;
He swept from my soul Despair's black night;
He turned my heart from the wrong to right—
Say, what is my Lord to you? He is cleansing Power to my guilty soul,
He bore the penalty due,
And He touched my heart and He made it whole,
And He set my face to the heavenward goal—
O, what is my Lord to you? To me He is Peace, for His righteous life,
The life of this blameless Jew,
Took away my sin with its awful strife,
Took my feet from the path of dangers rife—
Soul, what is my Lord to you? To me He is Strength, for His mighty power,
Athrob with His glad life new,
Enclosed my soul as in armored tower,
Bestowed upon me heavenly dower—
O, what is my Lord to you? To me He is Truth, He's my steadfast One,
My Lord, my Friend ever true;
He will finish the work He has begun,
He will make me indeed an immortal son—
Friend, what is my Lord to you? My Peace, my Light, He is my Love, my Guide,
My All—O soul, it is true.
Ay, for me He lives as for me He died;
In His love I'll trust, in His truth I'll hide—
O, what is my Lord to you?