Poems (Coolidge)/A Living Christ
A LIVING CHRIST
(From "The Life of The Master," by John Watson, D.D. )
A living Christ! not far away, but near;
To Emmaus, with Him, we journey here;
The hidden mysteries He doth open still,
Himself reveal to all who do His will.
To Emmaus, with Him, we journey here;
The hidden mysteries He doth open still,
Himself reveal to all who do His will.
A Christ who suffers with each Christian soul,
Who bids us all press onward to the goal;
Who welcomes Magdalene, nor ever spurns
The vilest sinner who repentant turns.
Who bids us all press onward to the goal;
Who welcomes Magdalene, nor ever spurns
The vilest sinner who repentant turns.
The hands and feet once marred by cruel nail
He still doth show when darkest doubts assail;
He turns to look when Peters still deny,
And sorrows when He meets a traitor's eye.
He still doth show when darkest doubts assail;
He turns to look when Peters still deny,
And sorrows when He meets a traitor's eye.
A living Christ who still Himself doth give;
By faith in whom we each of us may live;
To whom "Rabboni" some, adoring, cry,
Whilst others shout the cruel "Crucify!"
By faith in whom we each of us may live;
To whom "Rabboni" some, adoring, cry,
Whilst others shout the cruel "Crucify!"