by H. A. Barnes (England)
by H. A. Barnes (England)
When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, He said, It is finished:
and He bowed His head, and gave up the ghost.
- Jn 19.30
A pilgrim and a stranger He,
In this sad vale of woe;
Behold the Man nailed to the tree!
How could love further go?
He bowed His head upon the cross;
The cup His Father gave
He drank and cried, 'Tis finished!
And died the lost to save.
A sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet. and heard His Word …
Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
— Lk.10.39,42
All along my homeward way,
Though many foes I meet,
My sweetest joy from day to day
Is sitting at His feet.
And when His face unveiled I see,
'Mid heaven's bliss complete,
My everlasting joy shall be
To worship at His feet