TEMPEST and terror below; but Christ the Almighty above. Tho' the depth of the deep overflow, tho' fire run along on the ground, Tho' all billows and flames make a noise, -- and where is an Ark for the dove? - - Tho' sorrows rejoice against joys, and death and destruction abound: Yet Jesus abolisheth death, and Jesus Who loves us we love; His dead are renewed with a breath, His lost are the sought and the found. Thy wanderers call and recall, Thy dead men lift out of the ground; O Jesus, Who lovest us all, stoop low from Thy Glory above: Where sin hath abounded make grace to abound and to superabound, Till we gaze on Thee face unto Face, and respond to Thee love unto Love. |