Classic Poem

Our Master—Jesus—reign'd above,
The Lord of all was he;
And yet he chose to set his love—
O wondrous love!—on me.

Our Master—Jesus—bless his name!
I love to hear the sound,—
When I was lost to seek me came,
And—Oh! thank God!—he found.

Our Master—Jesus—went to preach
The gospel ev'ry where,
And, by his own example, teach
How we the cross should bear.

Our Master—Jesus—Oh! how kind
Was all he did and said!
Restor'd the sick, the lame, the blind,
And rais'd to life the dead.

Our Master—Jesus—crucified
By hands of wicked men,—
Pray'd for his murd'rers as he died;
He died, but rose again.

Our Master—Jesus! who didst give
Thyself to die for me;
Grant a poor sinner grace to live,
And grace to die for thee.