Christ, All in All

In Christ all fulness dwells: from Him proceeds
All that fall’n man, poor, wretched, guilty, needs.
In Him the contrite, bruised in spirit, find
Whate’er can heal the sorrows of the mind—
Forgiving love, that saves from blank despair,
Rich grace, that banishes each anxious care,
Soft pity, that relieves the bursting sigh,
And truth, revealing joys that never die.
Thrice happy they, who to His word attend,
His favour seek, and on His strength depend.
’Tis theirs to know His heart‑consoling voice,
To share His smile, and in His name rejoice.
To them, reclaimed in mercy from the fall
And heav’nward marching, Christ is all in all:
In want, their treasure in distress, their stay
In gloom, their day‑spring vigour, in decay
’Mid foes, their guard in solitude, their guest
In storms, their hiding place in toils, their rest
In bonds, their freedom their relief, in pain
In life, their glory and in all things, gain.

Poems of Dawn