A blessed balance, Scripture’s sacred call,
Weaves grace, truth, mercy, love in holy thread,
Yet some chase grace, let gospel’s ramparts fall,
Compromise slinks, a shadow thinly spread.
Others wield truth, a hammer cold and stark,
No mercy flows, no love to lift the load,
Legalism binds, a cruel and crushing mark,
Too vast a yoke for fragile souls bestowed.

Some sing of love, yet mute the righteous flame,
No grace, no truth to guard the narrow way,
O Lord, bestow on saints Thy perfect aim,
A blend divine where all Thy gifts hold sway!
For Christ alone, our Star of flawless gleam,
Exudes this dance—grace pours, yet truth stands tall,
Mercy renews each morn in radiant stream,
Love crowns it all, redeeming every fall.

To Him we run, in Him we bask and grow,
His beauty molds our flawed and yearning clay,
Through knowledge deep, His grace begins to flow,
A fourfold light to guide us day by day!
He, risen King, the Exemplar pure and whole,
Our Source of wisdom, strength, salvation’s song,
May we reflect His traits in every soul,
Small Christs aflame, where His great name belongs.

For Jesus reigns, the Balance without flaw,
King of all kings, with love and truth entwined,
O let us strive, with passion and with awe,
To mirror Him, in heart, in soul, in mind!

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