Oh! wondrous mystery of love!
What can with it compare?
Known only to the sons of light,
The Father’s thoughts who share;
Thro’ all the long, eternal past,
God’s purpose clear we see,
To form a Bride for His dear Son,
Who one with Him should be.
‘Twas love this wondrous thought devised,
To faith now fully known,
That Jesus and His church should be
In risen life made one:
One “Body,” and one living “Head,”
In righteousness divine,
United by the Spirit’s power,
“For they,” saith He, “are Mine.”
If such the purpose of God’s grace,
Which all our thoughts exceed,
Indifference to God’s holy will
We surely dare not plead;
For if the “Head” directs the hands,
Then let the hands obey;
And willing feet, at Christ’s commands,
Walk humbly in His way.
Altho’ confusion reigns around,
With that we’ve naught to do;
Obedient to our risen Head
May we to Him be true:
A single eye, a loyal heart,
We pray Thee, give us, Lord;
Then, home at last,
Thy sweet “Well done”
Shall be our bright reward.