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July 20 FOR ME
“The Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”—
Gal. ii. 20.
The Saviour truly lived and gave
His best, His all for every man,
Nor did He finish at the Grave
The glorious work which Love began;
O that such long and bitter pains
And watchful weary nights should be,
Before the breaking of the chains,
For me.
His best, His all for every man,
Nor did He finish at the Grave
The glorious work which Love began;
O that such long and bitter pains
And watchful weary nights should be,
Before the breaking of the chains,
For me.
The Master truly lived and served
His thankless creatures to the end,
And not from one great trial swerved,
Nor did he for one moment bend.
Alas! that boundless Love and loss
Without a pause but prayer should be,
With each dark milestone but a Cross,
For me!.
His thankless creatures to the end,
And not from one great trial swerved,
Nor did he for one moment bend.
Alas! that boundless Love and loss
Without a pause but prayer should be,
With each dark milestone but a Cross,
For me!.
Our Brother truly lived and died
(Though oft before) on Calvary,
And that dear Heart was crucified
To open us Eternity;
O shame and sorrow, yet O bliss,
That all such Agony should be
Beyond the farthest thought, and this
For me.
(Though oft before) on Calvary,
And that dear Heart was crucified
To open us Eternity;
O shame and sorrow, yet O bliss,
That all such Agony should be
Beyond the farthest thought, and this
For me.
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