Saturday, January 14, 2023
483. Proper 11 (Series C)
You are too good, Lord;
Your promise is too good!
Pardon our laughter,
Not trusting as we should.
Your mystery, long ages hidden,
Now is revealed to a world doubt-ridden,
Freely to grasp Your salvation bidden.
Who can believe, Lord,
That Christ the grave has breached,
And life eternal
Springs up where He is preached?
How shall Your word such riches win us,
Nor devil, world nor our flesh chagrin us,
Have we not Jesus Himself within us?
Our hope of glory
Is Christ in us, O Lord,
And ourselves in Him,
Striving for that reward
When all the dead are resurrected
And, with the living to life elected,
Christ will present them, in Him perfected.
Hallow our laughter,
That we believe with joy,
With mirth naught can destroy.
Swathe us in Christ, the saints are pleading:
Fill us with Christ, who on Him are feeding,
Till we see Christ, all delight exceeding.