General (Vol. 3)
Poor But Rich
- How rich I am that You were poor for me,
How full of Grace earned through Your emptiness
In taking manhood by a mystery
Which put You in the reach of our address: How can I fail with such supreme support,
When You prevail with what Your passion bought. - How poor I am to serve so great a king,
How insecure in honouring Your death,
My speech and steps no more than faltering,
Outside the church almost beneath my breath:
But in Your life and death You knew how poor
Were souls of those You came down to secure. - How rich we are each in our poverty,
How poor are those who have not seen its best;
We each can give the other what we are,
And in our giving we are richly blessed:
Because You fell I recognised Your call;
Because You rose I know I cannot fall.