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.
Source: Consecrated Hymns #109
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Consecrated Hymns #109||The Comforting Christ||O the Comforting Christ, and the wealth of His grace||[O the Comforting Christ, and the wealth of His grace]||Llewellyn A. Morrison||1902||Assurance | ; Comfort | ; Jesus Christ ||
|Songs for Work and Worship #d156||O the comforting Christ||O the comforting Christ||Llwellyn A. Morrison||1900|