"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 favor seek, and on his strength depend:
'Tis their's to know his heart-consoling voice,
To share his smile, and in his name rejoice;
To them, reclaimed in mercy from the fall
And heavenward marching, Christ is all in all:
In want, their treasurein distress, their stay
In gloom, their day-springvigor, in decay
'Mid foes, their guardin solitude, their guest
In storms, their hiding-placein toils, their rest
In bonds, their freedomtheir relief, in pain
In life, their gloryand in death, their gain."