He Made Himself of No Reputation
Girded to Serve
There dwelt with glory veiled, the Son of God
For thirty years, in that enclosure green
Of Galilean hills, the Power serene Girded to serve, the Lord of Glory stands,
Who framed the Universe, and with a nod The basin and the towel in His hands;
Sent planets on their courses, meekly trod Pours out the water, bondman-like, and then
The village streets and lanes; and might be seen He stoops to wash the feet of fallen men.
Over His humble handicraft to lean;
Or pace in prayer the dewy mountain sod. The myriad hosts of heaven downward gaze
O mystery of Godliness how great! Upon the scene in reverend amaze
Obedience of a lifetime how complete! To see the One they served with veiled face
Who now can murmur at His low estate Girded to serve among a fallen race.
Or who but feel the humblest duty sweet: Fallen in pride of heart, that thought it wise
When “Is not this the carpenter?” was heard To grasp a bauble “pleasant to the eyes”;
Of Him Who built all things with a word! Girded to serve, He wipes their feet, Who came
To raise the fallen by a cross of shame.
Son of the Father’s love, He stoops to show
The mind, the heart of God to men so low.
‘Mongst all the sons of pride earth e’er begat
Who ever thought that heaven was like that?
O lovely lowliness! ennobling grace
That fills with heaven’s best earth’s lowest place!
O but to hold to this, nor from it swerve -
Girded to serve, my soul, girded to serve.
“I was only a worthless pebble
Upon the beach of time,
Yet He stooped and declared to Heaven,
‘I have made this pebble Mine.’
And this is why I serve Him,
As I think of that crowded beach,
and shudder that when He was passing,
I might have been out of reach,
And left like the other pebbles,
To never be touched by His hand,
And tossed by the waves in life’s ocean,
And buried at last in the sand.”
G. Albert Ramsay
“...And They Shall See His Face”
Face to face in yonder glory Not the brightness of that morning,
Blissful moment yet to come, Nor the glory of that place,
When the Lord Himself returning These are not the chief attraction,
Gathers all His ransomed home; I would see my Saviour’s face;
Face to face with Christ my Saviour All I have His bounty gave me,
All His loveliness to see, And my presence there above
In the Father’s house for ever, Is the crowning proof for ever
Blest for all eternity. Of His own unchanging love.