Around These Emblems Bowed
By Bertha A. Kleinman
Around these holy emblems bowed,
We come, our Savior, close to Thee,
Where once was pillar and the cloud
Appears Thy sacrifice for me.
Draw Thou my wand’ring thoughts within,
From hurried cares and strife and sin,
Myself subdued — ’tis thus I win,
The price Thou gav’st on Calvary.
The code of ages is fulfilled,
The olden edict satisfied,
That I might live and grow and build,
Lo! Thou hast bowed and Thou hast died.
The bands of death are riven free,
The triumph of Gethsemane
Is life eternal, Lord, with Thee!
That Thou hast pledged and glorified.