F. B. Meyer, just before passing into glory, said, 'You will tell the others I am going home a little sooner than I thought. Then tell them not to talk about the servant but to talk about the Saviour.'
(Gal. 2. 20; Phil. 1. 19, 20)
O Jesus Saviour, born in lowly station,
A virgin's Son, in David's royal line!
Men to redeem from every tribe and nation,
Thou didst stoop down and die, and I am Thine.
When I look back and see in History's pages
The story of Thy world-wide triumphs told—
While o'er the globe to Thee, the Rock of Ages,
Men turn from sin Thy beauty to behold—
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee—
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Before Thy lofty throne I bow the knee
And there confess how great Thou art.
And since I know the Babe of Bethlehem's manger
Is Lord of Heav'n Whom myriad hosts acclaim
Yet here amid the poor, on earth a stranger,
He died to save me—I extol His name.
He Who on earth was scorned, despised, rejected,
Who now in Heav'n sits on His glorious throne,
Is coming soon, the King so long expected,
To rule the universe and bless His own.—A.N.
(Luke 2. 11; Acts 5. 31; Titus 2. 11-14)