Altogether Lovely
Oft I am asked why Christ I love,
And what He means to me;
I answer, “He redeemed my soul.
By dying on the tree.”
He came from heav’n to rescue me,
My load of sin He bore;
And since I’ve learned to know His love,
My dread and fears are o’er.
And now He lives in glory bright,
And pleads my cause on high;
And soon He’ll come and take me home,
Where pleasures never die.
He is altogether lovely,
Yes, the fairest of the fair,
Chief is He among ten thousand,
And with Him I’ll glory share.
Ironside, H. A. (2009). The Poems and Hymns of H. A. Ironside (p. 8). Logos Research Systems, Inc. (Public Domain)