More than man—though grandly human;
More than God to fallen man
Who was lost, and wrecked, and ruined,
With no Christ in Heaven's plan.
Pause—before you rend the glory
Of God's Holy Word apart;
Read from Christ's own words the story
Falling on the human heart.
Stay the hand that reaches blindly
Where His sacred truths are found,
To tear down for cobweb fictions—
Holy, holy is the ground!
More than God to fallen man
Who was lost, and wrecked, and ruined,
With no Christ in Heaven's plan.
Pause—before you rend the glory
Of God's Holy Word apart;
Read from Christ's own words the story
Falling on the human heart.
Stay the hand that reaches blindly
Where His sacred truths are found,
To tear down for cobweb fictions—
Holy, holy is the ground!
IF
Powerless shall the tempest rage,
Naught can take thy heritage;
Life in bloom from dark earth grown,
All that's sweet and true thine own.
Open heart and hand to hold,
Riches never bought or sold;
Let life's sweetness come to you,
If your life be sweet and true.
Naught can take thy heritage;
Life in bloom from dark earth grown,
All that's sweet and true thine own.
Open heart and hand to hold,
Riches never bought or sold;
Let life's sweetness come to you,
If your life be sweet and true.
If your life be sweet and true,
All such things belong to you;
All that's sweet and true, all song,
Fragrance, beauty, all but wrong,
All but discord, darkness, death;
All the joy that trembleth
On the air in thought and form,
Raindrop music in the storm,
Raindrop splendor on the cloud,
Angel wings above the shroud.
All such things belong to you;
All that's sweet and true, all song,
Fragrance, beauty, all but wrong,
All but discord, darkness, death;
All the joy that trembleth
On the air in thought and form,
Raindrop music in the storm,
Raindrop splendor on the cloud,
Angel wings above the shroud.
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