Printers:Warren Hall & Lovitt, 88, Camden Road, N.W.
Oh, Thou, who once on earth, beneath the weightOf our mortality, didst live and move,The incarnation of profoundest love;Who on the Cross that love didst consummate—Whose deep and ample fulness could embraceThe poorest, meanest, of our fallen race:How shall we e'er that boundless debt repay?By long loud prayers in gorgeous temples said?By rich oblations on Thine altars laid?Ah, no! not thus Thou didst appoint the way.When Thou wast bowed our human woe beneath,Then, as a legacy, Thou didst bequeathEarth's sorrowing children to our ministry—And, as we do to them we do to Thee.Anne Charlotte Lynch.
Oh, Thou, who once on earth, beneath the weightOf our mortality, didst live and move,The incarnation of profoundest love;Who on the Cross that love didst consummate—Whose deep and ample fulness could embraceThe poorest, meanest, of our fallen race:How shall we e'er that boundless debt repay?By long loud prayers in gorgeous temples said?By rich oblations on Thine altars laid?Ah, no! not thus Thou didst appoint the way.When Thou wast bowed our human woe beneath,Then, as a legacy, Thou didst bequeathEarth's sorrowing children to our ministry—And, as we do to them we do to Thee.Anne Charlotte Lynch.
Oh, Thou, who once on earth, beneath the weightOf our mortality, didst live and move,The incarnation of profoundest love;Who on the Cross that love didst consummate—Whose deep and ample fulness could embraceThe poorest, meanest, of our fallen race:How shall we e'er that boundless debt repay?By long loud prayers in gorgeous temples said?By rich oblations on Thine altars laid?Ah, no! not thus Thou didst appoint the way.When Thou wast bowed our human woe beneath,Then, as a legacy, Thou didst bequeathEarth's sorrowing children to our ministry—And, as we do to them we do to Thee.
Oh, Thou, who once on earth, beneath the weight
Of our mortality, didst live and move,
The incarnation of profoundest love;
Who on the Cross that love didst consummate—
Whose deep and ample fulness could embrace
The poorest, meanest, of our fallen race:
How shall we e'er that boundless debt repay?
By long loud prayers in gorgeous temples said?
By rich oblations on Thine altars laid?
Ah, no! not thus Thou didst appoint the way.
When Thou wast bowed our human woe beneath,
Then, as a legacy, Thou didst bequeath
Earth's sorrowing children to our ministry—
And, as we do to them we do to Thee.
Anne Charlotte Lynch.
Anne Charlotte Lynch.