Jesus, the Grand Reality
Reality, reality.
Lord Jesus Christ Thou art to me!
From the spectral mist and the driving clouds,
From the shifting shadows and phantom crowds,
From unreal words and unreal lives,
Where truth with falsehood feebly strives;
From the passings away, the chance and change,
Flickerings, vanishings, swift and strange,
I turn to my glorious rest in Thee,
Who art the grand reality!
Reality, reality.
Lord Jesus Christ Thou art to me!
Thy name is sweeter than songs of old,
Thy words are better than “most fine gold,”
Thy deeds are greater than hero-glory,
Thy life is grander than poet story;
But Thou, Thyself for aye the same
Art more than words and life and name!
Thyself Thou hast revealed to me,
In glorious reality.
Reality, reality,
Lord Jesus Christ, is crowned in Thee.
In Thee is every type fulfilled,
In Thee is every yearning stilled
For perfect beauty, truth and love;
For Thou art always far above
The grandest glimpse of our ideal,
Yet more and more we know Thee real,
And marvel more and more to see
Thine infinite Reality.
—Frances R. Havergal.
Brother, make your home a miniature Kingdom of God and you will be greater than any king that ever wore a crown.
If there is aught surpassing human deed or word or thought, it is a mother’s love.
—M. D. Spadoro.