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IS IT NOTHING TO THEE t 143
Is it nothing to thee, that he came from above,.
And so swift to thy rescue fled ? That he left his throne on the wings of love,
To suffer and die in thy stead ?
When a rebel condemned, in dark bondage to sin,
Thy spirit was hopelessly bound; Was it nothing that angels the praise should begin,
Of Him, who a ransom had found ?
Is it nothing that justice should sheathe his sword,
When reeking in Jesus' blood ? That the risen, ascended, and glorified Word,
For thee intercedes with thy God 1
If 'twas nothing that sundered the temple's veil,
And the rocks of Judea in twain, Which burst the graves of the saints that slept,
And woke them to life again;
If 'twas nothing which darkened the mid-day sun, With a shroud of the deepest hue,
When the Saviour exclaimed, " It is finished, 'tis done," The scheme of salvation lot yoa;
If all this was nothing, then well may you say, As they gather around the board,
It is nothing to me, and I will not obey The words of my crucified Lord.