I Cor. vi. 11.
He found me the
lost and the wandering,
The
sinful, the sad, and the lone;
He said, "I have
bought thee, beloved,
For
ever thou art Mine own.
"O soul, I will
show thee the wonder,
The
worth of My priceless Blood;
Thou art whiter
than snow on the mountains,
Thou
art fair in the eyes of God.
"O vessel of living
water,
From
the depths of the love divine,
The glorious life
within thee
Flows
from My heart to thine.
"O soul altogether
lovely,
O
pearl for which Christ was given,
Wouldst thou know
the joy and the glory
That
welcome thee into Heaven?
"Wouldst thou know
how near to the Father
The
place that is granted thee?
Behold Me, O soul,
in His bosom,
And
measure His love to Me.
"Are the love, and
the joy, and the glory
More
than My Blood could win?
In the Name of the
Son Beloved,
Belovèd
one, enter in."
V. M. C.
