The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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September 1 YET NOT I
“Yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.”—Gal. ii. 20.
“To me to live is Christ.”—Phil. i. 21.
I am not I—it cannot be,
Since all by God was bigger made,
And earth and Heaven revolve round Thee,
Dear Lord of sunshine and the shade;
Earth now is Heaven
And Heaven is earth,
Since Thou the Giver and the Given
Unitedst altar and the hearth.
Since all by God was bigger made,
And earth and Heaven revolve round Thee,
Dear Lord of sunshine and the shade;
Earth now is Heaven
And Heaven is earth,
Since Thou the Giver and the Given
Unitedst altar and the hearth.
I am not I—old nature died
When Jesus in the light of loss
Proved nothing ours or sanctified,
Till offered first upon the Cross;
Death now is living,
And living death
Which hath not learnt from free forgiving—
That Love is God's and manhood's breath.
When Jesus in the light of loss
Proved nothing ours or sanctified,
Till offered first upon the Cross;
Death now is living,
And living death
Which hath not learnt from free forgiving—
That Love is God's and manhood's breath.
I am not I—new Being came
And turned my heart His temple dome,
In Christ Himself who wrote His Name
On me because I was His home.
Now might is weakness
And weakness might,
For in me Christ who rules by meekness
Takes sin and all by Sovereign right.
And turned my heart His temple dome,
In Christ Himself who wrote His Name
On me because I was His home.
Now might is weakness
And weakness might,
For in me Christ who rules by meekness
Takes sin and all by Sovereign right.
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