I entered once a home of care,
For age and penury were there,
Yet peace and joy withal;
I asked the lonely mother whence
Her helpless widowhood’s defense;
She told me, ‘Christ is all.’

Christ is all, all in all,
Yes, Christ is all in all;
Christ is all, all in all,
Yes, Christ is all in all.

I stood beside a dying bed,
Where lay a child with aching head,
Waiting for Jesus’ call;
I marked his smile, ’twas sweet as May;
And as his spirit passed away,
He whispered, ‘Christ is all.’

I saw a martyr at the stake,
The flames could not his courage shake,
Nor death his soul appall;
I asked him whence his strength was giv’n;
He looked triumphantly to Heav’n,
And answered, ‘Christ is all.’

I saw the gospel herald go
To Afric’s sand and Greenland’s snow,
To save from Satan’s thrall;
Nor home nor life he counted dear,
Midst wants and perils owned no fear,
He felt that ‘Christ is all.’

I dreamed that hoary time had fled,
And earth and sea gave up their dead,
A fire dissolved this ball;
I saw the church’s ransomed throng,
I heard the burden of their song,
‘Twas ‘Christ is all in all.’

Then come to Christ, oh, come today,
The Father, Son, and Spirit say,
The Bride repeats the call;
For He will cleanse your guilty stains,
His love will soothe your weary pains,
For ‘Christ is all in all.’

Leave a Reply