When all I do falls short of earthly praise,
When harsh rebuke, like heated winds, assails,
Self-doubt, or foe, or wilds my soul upraise,
A garden blooms where mortal judgment fails.
I breathe the gold, the crystal air of heaven,
Where Christ, my King, sings joy above my woe,
His love enfolds, a lavish light unleaven’d,
Restores my heart with grace that overflows.
Though best on earth meets cold, unyielding scorn,
He wraps me tight in beams of endless day,
And sends me forth, renewed, no longer torn,
To shine His peace where broken hearts decay.
In Him alone, through faith, I stand unbound,
A sinner-saint, His victory my crown.
When harsh rebuke, like heated winds, assails,
Self-doubt, or foe, or wilds my soul upraise,
A garden blooms where mortal judgment fails.
I breathe the gold, the crystal air of heaven,
Where Christ, my King, sings joy above my woe,
His love enfolds, a lavish light unleaven’d,
Restores my heart with grace that overflows.
Though best on earth meets cold, unyielding scorn,
He wraps me tight in beams of endless day,
And sends me forth, renewed, no longer torn,
To shine His peace where broken hearts decay.
In Him alone, through faith, I stand unbound,
A sinner-saint, His victory my crown.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 