The words of Christ’s own poet, pure and bright,
Outshine the ruby’s fire with sacred gleam,
Each verse a sapphire, deep with holy light,
A stream of grace that flows from mercy’s theme.
Like emeralds green with life, they bloom anew,
Reflecting Eden’s hope in every line,
Their amethystine hue, a royal view,
Reveals the Savior’s heart in tones divine.

No diamond cuts so keen as truth they bear,
Nor topaz glows with such eternal flame,
These jeweled praises, wrought in fervent prayer,
Adorn the King’s own throne with Christ’s great name.
So fall these gems from lips redeemed and free,
A treasury of love for all to see.

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