S. His Priesthood.

His Priesthood.

W. H. Westcott.

Extracted from Scripture Truth magazine, Volume 13, 1921, page 48.

O Son of God Eternal, - Jesus — in glory now, Before Thy throne of mercy Behold a sufferer bow.

Thine eyes of tenderest pity, Thy heart of strongest love, Thy pierced hands of power, All move for me above.

Upon Thy face, Lord Jesus, My soul would fix its gaze, Such love as Thine inviting Its rest in Thy blest ways.

These marks of earthly trials, Of loneliness and pain, Oft touched Thy holy Person, And touch Thy heart again.

Yes, there in brightest glory, One Person lives for me; Who tasted all this sorrow, And — Death — upon the tree. From out this house of weakness In spirit, I’ll away;

Affection’s mighty pinions Cleaving their heavenward way. The body in its suffering Shall not enchain the heart;

Love finds its happy solace Where Thou, Lord Jesus, art. And at Thy feet adoring, High Priest of God’s own choice, I’ll fold my wings untiring, And in my heart rejoice. For here in deep communion With God revealed in Son, And saints who also love Him, We bow before His throne.

Thou, Lord, dost lead our singing, (Thy sufferings all behind), And we in spirit with Thee, Repose in worship find.