[Written for the Sentinel]

"Thou art the Christ"

Holy in thought and word and deed,
Proclaiming neither rite nor creed,
Bearing love in his Father's name,
Jesus the Christ in meekness came.

He opened wide the door of hope
To all who here despairing grope;
He gently weaned men from their fears,
Bound up their wounds, and dried their tears.

He trembled not at frown of kings,
Nor heeded hate's loud threatenings;
But high aloft Truth's banner bore,
And from blind eyes the bandage tore.

All those obeying his behest
Find through his grace eternal rest,
The sinner freed from galling chain,
The sick are raised from couch of pain.

Oh, blesséd, blesséd, loving Lord!
We hymn thy praise, revere thy word;
We at thy feet adoring fall,
Acknowledge God our All-in-all.

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August 30, 1924
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