| Altogether Lovely |
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| 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.Refrain: He is altogether lovely, Yes, the fairest of the fair, Chief is He among ten thousand, And with Him I’ll glory share. —H. A. Ironside (1876-1951); Copyright 1935 by George S. Schuler |