After much striving, after many obstacles;
The work of creation is never without travail;
The formed stone, the visible crucifix,
The dressed altar, the lifting light,
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
Into the woods my Master went, clean forspent, forspent, into the woods my Master came, forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not…
I wonder as I wander out under the sky, How Jesus the Savior did come for to die. For poor orn'ry people like you and like I... I wonder as I…
What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul? What wondrous love is this, O my soul? What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss to…