Acts 1:11.

“This same Jesus!”  Oh ! how sweetly
Fall those words upon the ear,
Like a swell of far off music,
In a nightwatch still and drear !

He who healed the hopeless leper,
He who dried the widow’s tear;
He who changed to health and gladness
Helpless suffering, trembling fear;

He who wandered, poor and homeless,
By the stormy Galilee;
He who on the night-robed mountain
Bent in prayer the wearied knee;

He who spake as none had spoken,
Angel-wisdom far above,
All-forgiving, ne’er upbraiding,
Full of tenderness and love;

He who gently called the weary,
“Come and I will give you rest!”
He who loved the little children,
Took them in His arms and blest;

He, the lonely Man of sorrows,
’Neath our sin-curse bending low;
By His faithless friends forsaken
In the darkest hours of woe;—

“This same Jesus!”  When the vision
Of that last and awful day
Bursts upon the prostrate spirit,
Like a midnight lightning ray;

When, else dimly apprehended,
All its terrors seem revealed,
Trumpet knell and fiery heavens,
And the books of doom unsealed;

Then, we lift our hearts adoring
“This same Jesus,” loved and known,
Him, our own most gracious Saviour,
Seated on the great white Throne;

He Himself, and “not another,”
He for whom our heart-love yearned
Through long years of twilight waiting,
To His ransomed ones returned!

For this word, O Lord, we bless Thee,
Bless our Master’s changeless name;
Yesterday, to-day, for ever,
Jesus Christ is still the Same.

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