No letters write its blessedness;
Alone, who hath thee in his heart,
Knows, love of Jesus, what thou art.
Bernard.
228
C. M.
Christ a merciful High Priest
With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
His heart is full of tenderness;
No letters write its blessedness;
Alone, who hath thee in his heart,
Knows, love of Jesus, what thou art.
Bernard.
C. M.
Christ a merciful High Priest
With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
His heart is full of tenderness;