[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE LIVING CHRIST

Dost seek the Christ, that thou may'st humbly kneel,And to his mercy all thy wounds reveal,—With earnest heart beseech the healing balm,And for thy troubled thought crave heavenly calm?Turn not in sorrow, thinking hope is vain—That ages long the Christ entombed has lain!In olden time indeed were wonders wrought,And all were healed who Christian healing sought.The power that healed died not and vanished then—'Tis present now and bringeth peace to men;Though changed the years, yet Christ is still the same;That Christ who long ago unwelcomed came.New-born are they who now to Truth do come—Diseased and halt, the blind, the deaf, the dumb;And sinners, too, though scarlet be their sin,May Christ's forgiveness and Christ's healing win.A hand of welcome waits thee—do not fear:'Tis Christ indeed! The living Christ is here!

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