The record-union., 1895-08-31
For the RECORD UNIoN.l
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"a Man of Sorrows. and acquaint with grief. -
so did Isaiah name Him, when his eyes
Bazed the dark night with deep-red proph.
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Yet fills the picture with a sweet relief.
Great sorrow at the earths consuming sin,
Grief at the consciousness of ali our woe;
Grief from the Royal Heart that loved us so,
And tears, hot tears. that all this should have
been.
Yet was there compensation in His life
The ultimate of triumph gave JOY
That must have neutrailZed the earth
alloy.
The coming peace have tempered all the strife.
love to think of Him as happy crowned,
Crowned with a purpose that he knew 1ulI
Would break the dark environments of hell
And pierce with sunshine every dark pro
found.
Love always holds companionship with light;
She cannot sWathe in darkness very long;
Her very nature blossoms into song;
Her holy presence maketh all things bright
Thus, though no scripture wreathes Him with
smile,
So may the sun smile on without record
Get let us look upon u smiling Lord
With reverence deepened, and no thought OF
guile.
All is not contradiction In a smile,
Nor sacrilege in sunshine. nor in stars
Why should we fence with our sectarian
bars
And drape with sackcoth every weary mile.
God willed it not, or never willed the sun.
lie SAID: Let there be light" and there
was light
He painted all the hills with blossoms
bright,
Then called the labor good" that He had
done.
Sunshine ana starshine let our gospel be,
mat we may drive the blacknesS from the
And III the earth with loves great sym
pnOnieS
Lifting each soul fresh panoplied and free.
Say not His earth life was without reward
Ihe untold recompense OF doing good,
The feeding OF the hungry multitude
Brought all joys pulses into sweet accord,
His happiness was of that gracious kind
That breathed OF heaven, of majesty and
The unlocked storehouse of throne above
The splendor of whose treasures healed the
blind.
Show me a happiness that lights the face
With brighter radiance than the power to
give
The power that says to frozen ashes Live r'
The power whose limit only is Gods grace.
There came time when He would shun the
cup,
When His sweet brow was circled with the
thorn
When His sweet purity was put to scorn-
Yet to the very dregs he drank it up.
With the sweet consciousness that all was
well.
He lelt the JOY that suffering only brings,
a 10y the likest to the King of Kings,
When through its travail He shall conquer
hell.
The very cross that held His bleeding hands,
The piercing of His side by Roman spear,
Brought back the consciousness OF love SO
near:
II only waited on His sweet commands.
His fieshly agony and latest breath
Showed earth how he could suffer without
word;
Yet was the air with heavenly anthem
stirred.
At His supremest conquering of death.
For us He Su1lered-yeS, and for us died
In purchase of the earCh such sacrifice
Cannot be named by other word than bliss
Behold the Bridegroom, with His purchased
bride
The JOY of giving cannot be surpassed
He held loves option on the highest gifts
TO heavens altitude His spirit lifts;
His lifes beatitudes thus anchored fast
He reached the souls SupremeSt happiness.
All summiIS beCkOned for Ills feet To climb,
And through it all that mastery sublime
Could only be translated into bliss.
HIRAM HOYT RICHMOND.