Come, Kathleen, nestle near me, dear,
A story I'll relate
Of Him whom you need never fear,
Although He is so great.
'Twas He who made the stars and sun,
And set them in their place;
'Twas He who marked the course they run
In their appointed race.
The blade of grass we crush beneath
Our careless tread each day;
The mighty orb which rolls in space
Alike His power display.
Yet He, who was so very great,
A little child became;
He took on earth man's low estate,
Despising all the shame.
He grew in stature and in grace,
The holy, harmless One;
Perfect He filled His lowly place
As Mary's subject Son.
He cleansed the lepers, raised the dead,
Gave sight unto the blind:
The hungry multitude He fed—
He was so good and kind.
But who responded to His call,
Or to His word gave heed?
A few poor fishermen were all
Who felt and owned their need.
One way alone was left to save
A guilty, ruined race;
God's righteous wrath the Son must brave,
Must take the sinner's place.
And there upon the cross we see
The blest, eternal Son;
The One who made the earth and sea,
Who spake, and it was done.
That One! made sin upon the tree,
O miracle of grace!
Rejected and despised, that we
Might see His glorious face;
And dwell with Him and taste the joy
Of all that bliss above,
-Where it shall be our blest employ
To sing His boundless love,
O trust in Him who loves you so,
And you shall happy be,
And more of His deep love shall know
Throughout eternity.
Messages of God’s Love 8/12/1934