V. M. C.
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,
Beloved one, enter in.|