"This Same Jesus."
by A. S. Ormsby
"Simon's wife's mother lay sick of a fever, and anon they tell Him of her. And He came and took her by the hand, and lifted her up; and immediately the fever left her."—Mark i. 30, 31.
"And whithersoever He entered, into villages, or cities, or country, they laid the sick in the streets, and besought Him that they might touch if it were but the border of His garment: and as many as touched Him were made whole,"—Mark vi. 56.
"He led them out as far as to Bethany, end He lifted up His hands, and blessed them. And it came to pass, while He blessed them, He was parted from them, and carried up into Heaven."—Luke xxiv. 50, 51.
"Seeing then that we have a great High Priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession. For we have not an High Priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin."—Heb. iv. 14, 15.
O Lord, our souls delight to trace
Thy pathway here below!
When, with divine, unwearied grace,
Thou trodd'st this scene of woe.'
We follow with adoring gaze
The footsteps of Thy love;
Those blessed, wondrous, human ways,
Our ways so far above.
Wherever suffering, sin, or death
Had spread their dark distress,
The sweet expression of Thy name,
Thou went'st to save and bless.
Nor is it only in the past
Thy ways of love we trace;
Thou meet'st the present need of souls
In still unwearied grace.
Upon the fever of our souls
Thou layest Thy cool hand,
Welcome, as when the rivers roll
In on some thirsty land.
Thou bidd'st the earthly tumult cease,
Its interests stand apart;
Thou calmest to unruffled peace
The restless, wayward heart.
Thus, Lord, amidst the scenes of woe
Which throng this desert land,
We hear Thy voice, and learn to know
The touch of Thy dear hand.
And in the glorious courts above,
The theme of all our praise
Will be the One we learned to love
In bygone, desert days
A. S. O.