In Christ I Feel the Heart of God

In Christ I feel the heart of God

Throbbing from Heav’n through earth;

Life stirs again with­in the clod

Renewed in beau­te­ous birth;

The soul springs up

a flow­er of pray­er

Breathing His breath out on the air.

In Christ I touch the hand of God

From His pure height reached down

By bless­èd ways be­fore un­trod

To lift us to our crown;

Vict’ry that on­ly per­fect is

Through lov­ing sac­ri­fice

like His.

Holding His hand

my stea­died feet

May walk the air

the seas;

On life and death His smile falls sweet

Lights up all mys­ter­ies;

Stranger nor ex­ile can I be

In new worlds where He lead­eth me.

Not my Christ on­ly; He is ours:

Humanity’s close bond;

Key to its vast

un­op­ened pow­ers

Dream of our dreams be­yond.

What yet we shall be none can tell:

Now we are His

and all is well.