1 O the Comforting Christ, and the wealth of His grace!
I marvel His love is so broad!
Nor angels the bound of His bounties can trace,—
‘Tis wide as the fullness of God.
I dream of glory; I ponder the life;
My heart feels the thrill of His “Come!”
Tho’ toss’d in the turbulent tumult and strife,
I know He will shelter me home.
2 The Comforting Christ hath the light that I need;
Tho’ shadows encompass the way,
I dread not the darkness; His word is my creed;
He never will answer me “nay!”
His Spirit in me is a lamp to my path—
I walk in the light of His throne;
I fear not His frown nor the doom of His wrath,
For I am beloved and His own.
3 The fruits of the Spirit, untrampled by law,
He sendeth, all free, from above;
The virtues I need His omniscience foresaw—
Faith, purity, goodness and love.
I praise Him for pardon, for cleansing from sin;
His promise, for me, hath suffic’d;
I know I am safe and at last shall go in
To dwell with the Comforting Christ.
Display Title: The Comforting ChristFirst Line: O the Comforting Christ, and the wealth of His graceTune Title: [O the Comforting Christ, and the wealth of His grace]Author: Llewellyn A. MorrisonDate: 1902Subject: Assurance | ; Comfort | ; Jesus Christ |