The Lord preserves the remnant ever, Like crystal most exquisite, pure! Yet knowing Christ's precepts—no, never— We need far more—to know Christ sure…
The Light of God's Word is our Dwelling, It shines upon the world like glass. In loving it, beloved ones, telling Of Christ, who loved us in this pass.
And if you've journeyed to a feast, In crowds and in the bustling din, Amid the currents of the least Keep memory of Christ within!
When into your dark nights of sorrow Grace descends through prayer's call, Gaze on the cross! There waits tomorrow The One who wishes to give all!
Though you have labored without tiring, And would not bear the false and wrong, Yet you could never, though aspiring, Lift love for Him from death's dark song.
…Peace, order, abundance granted— Are gifts from heaven sent above. But this feast table still enchanted Falls short without Christ's seat and love.
For He prepares the feast divine, While we remain forever flawed… We need Him like our breath's design, And with Him, like our breath, all's awed!
