A Hymn
- Dr. Matthew David Wiseman
- Jan 20, 2023
- 1 min read
Though my heart may wander far From Canaan’s rain-blest shore; Though my feet will often tread The paths trod by the dead, And from the light of Christ I roam And Worldly pleasures make my home

Christ my lord still calls to me To share the life of Trinity Penitential exile joined My soul for sanctity yearns And I will e’er this only sing: I love thee, love thee, Christ my King
Love thee, Christ, though often mar And, nomad, wander far. I live not in the love I claim: Let Christ my love sustain, My will to make new, free of dross, To willing bear its heavy cross
How great the love that stoops to dwell In my sin-battered hell; Takes his root in this humility Then blossoms into charity My tears of penance mingle now With dewy drops of wondrous awe.
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