Classic Poem

Oh, the gracious love of Christ!
Oh, the beauty of our King!
He is truly all in all,
Let us of his glory sing;
He's the Sun to light our path,
And a Star to guide our way;
He will lead us safely home
To the realms of endless day.
To the thirsty he's a Fount!
Oh, ye weary and oppressed,
Hear ye not his gracious call,
" Come to me, and ye shall rest? "
He's the true and living Vine,
We the branches of his love;
Are we bearing fruit for him.
To be garnered up above?

He's the Lily of the Valley,
He's the Rose of Sharon fair;
He's the Lily of the Valley so sweet, (so sweet,)
He is altogether lovely,
And the Chief among ten thousand,
Let us bow in adoration at his feet.