Thursday, October 6, 2022
367. Proper 19 (Series A)
When my brother wrongs me, Lord,
How oft must he be forgiv'n?
Christ says, "Let him be restored
Sev'n, nay, seventy times sev'n."
Shall you be forgiven such
When you grudge a tenth as much?
Weigh your mercy in accord
With the mercy you are giv'n.
Bear with one whose faith is weak;
Nor indiff'rent things dispute,
Lest a wounded branch you break
Which the Lord might bring to fruit.
Some partake while some abstain;
Therefore must Christ die again?
Need we give offense, or take,
As if Jesus' blood were mute?
Live or die, we are the Lord's;
Thus we eat or fast to Him
Who to strong and weak affords
Graces running o'er the brim.
Be the harvest green or dry,
Lo, the hour is drawing nigh
When, in unimagined chords,
All will share one thankful hymn.
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