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ALL FOR CHRIST

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 1, 1861

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 17, No. 7.

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ALL FOR CHRIST.

Thou, who didst stoop below To drain the cup of woe, Wearing the form of frail mortality; Thy blessed labors done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth—passed to thy throne on high.
Man may no longer trace, In thy celestial face The image of the bright, the viewless one; Nor may thy servants hear, Save with faith's raptured ear, Thy voice of tenderness,—God's holy Son!
Our eyes behold thee not, Yet hast thou not forgot Those who have placed their hope, their trust in thee; Before thy Father's face Thou hast prepared a place, That where thou art, there they may also be.
It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
O, Thou who art our life, Be with us through the strife; Was not thy head by earth's fierce tempests bowed? Raise then our eyes above To see a Father's love, Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.
Ev'n through the awful gloom Which hovers o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend! Guardian! Saviour! which doth lead to Thee.