The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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March 25
CHRIST THE WAY |
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The Prisoner of Love | ||
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March 25 CHRIST THE WAY
“By a new and living way, . . . through . . . his
flesh.”—Heb. x. 20.
O every hour of mercy hath
Its heavenly task and human freight,
And every little pain or path
Is easy with the Cross's weight;
Our stumbling-stocks are but the stones
Whereby we build eternal thrones.
Its heavenly task and human freight,
And every little pain or path
Is easy with the Cross's weight;
Our stumbling-stocks are but the stones
Whereby we build eternal thrones.
And if we do our duty now
Or drain the cup that sorrow fills,
The future will unveil its brow
And show the everlasting hills;
Each moment is a living part
Of all, and lieth in God's Heart.
Or drain the cup that sorrow fills,
The future will unveil its brow
And show the everlasting hills;
Each moment is a living part
Of all, and lieth in God's Heart.
No burden knocks at any door
Unless the Christ hath borne it first,
And e'en the shadow on thy floor
(If death) is Love for thee athirst;
And though the final step be dim,
The deepest darkness fell on Him.
Unless the Christ hath borne it first,
And e'en the shadow on thy floor
(If death) is Love for thee athirst;
And though the final step be dim,
The deepest darkness fell on Him.
The measure of thy grief before
Was proved by Him who cannot fail,
And Christ, whom thus we do adore,
Is present in each thorn or nail;
Ah, He is piercèd in our loss,
And hangs with us on every cross.
Was proved by Him who cannot fail,
And Christ, whom thus we do adore,
Is present in each thorn or nail;
Ah, He is piercèd in our loss,
And hangs with us on every cross.
The Prisoner of Love | ||