If Christ is not Thy fellow-not my God;
If He (like one who sought to take Thy throne-
Proud Lucifer, "son of the morning") trod
The robber's pathway, claiming as His own
The glories which alone belong to Thee-
Thine attributes, Thy majesty, Thy power-
Then, O my God, there is no hope for me;
I'd stand condemned forever from this hour.

If He is not Thine equal, not the Son
Who from eternity was in Thy form;
If 'tis not true that He and Thou are one,
If He stilled not the waves, nor calmed the storm,
If all He said and all He claimed to be
Were but the words of one of Adam's kin,
Then I'm undone, for He is all my plea-
I still were left polluted in my sin.

Let others boast of character achieved,
Of Teachings after God, of love to man,
Divine and human in their natures weaved,
Thus sharing with Thee in redemption's plan:
From all such boasts I stand aloof in shame,
Pride crushed by what Thy word inerrant saith,
My one and only hope is in His name;
With that hope gone, I'd face eternal death!

But, oh, Thy Spirit tells me it is true,
Jesus, my Lord, for ever is Thy peer;
Thy living word comes to my soul anew,
Dispelling every trace of guilty fear;
I bow before Him as before Thee now,
My Lord, my God, confessing Him to be:
I rise, Thy Spirit's seal upon my brow,
To testify that Christ hath set me free!

M. S. Gallagher