The Christ by George E. Tack

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · May 3, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 17.

The Christ

By George E. Tack

Not this a King whose fierce, despotic rule Binds shackles on the minds and limbs of men; Not this a stealthy pontiff, in whose den Are found the victims of a hatred cruel. Nay, this is He whose love was given when From world to world the mournful tidings rang That man had fallen, ere Hope sweetly sang Of life and bliss beyond Sin's blinded ken.

Forth from His hand stream radiant beams of light, For there's the hiding of His wondrous power; His eyes are tender with immortal love; His face is fairer than the lilies white, And low we bow, and hail, with throngs above, David's Lord and Son, Love's immortal flower.