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BROKEN. (1 C. 11, 24 and J. 12, 3).
Christ of His holy splendour,
Perfect and with no flaw,
Gave a supreme surrender,
Bowing to earthly law;
Yielded His flesh as token
True of a boundless grace,
Verily to be broken
Once within death's embrace;
Ever for all who tarry
Neither for lure nor loss,
Fain in His steps to carry
Still the upraising cross.
Perfect and with no flaw,
Gave a supreme surrender,
Bowing to earthly law;
Yielded His flesh as token
True of a boundless grace,
Verily to be broken
Once within death's embrace;
Ever for all who tarry
Neither for lure nor loss,
Fain in His steps to carry
Still the upraising cross.
Thus with the blessèd ointment's
Savour the earth was filled,
Darkness and disappointments
All at His message thrilled;
Over the peoples vagrant
Passed that transforming air,
Till every life made fragrant
Grew with its beauty fair;
Till, though with love not spoken,
Master of fear and doubt,
Each stubborn heart was broken,
Pouring its sweetness out.
Savour the earth was filled,
Darkness and disappointments
All at His message thrilled;
Over the peoples vagrant
Passed that transforming air,
Till every life made fragrant
Grew with its beauty fair;
Till, though with love not spoken,
Master of fear and doubt,
Each stubborn heart was broken,
Pouring its sweetness out.
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