Risen Lord Poem by Gavin Anderson

The Good Shepherd bought me with His blood so dear;
At that great cost, my own slave's price, He drew near.
My Dear Shepherd found me ere I knew I'd strayed;
Midst Earth's beck'ning pleasures this one thing I prayed:

REFRAIN:
Help me ever, Lord, Thy love to better know,
And help me, Lord, that same love to others show.
Each day, dear Lord, help me more like Thee to be;
Turn my eyes from myself to better see Thee.

Despised of Men, Thou my greatest shame hath known.
Man of Sorrows, with my deepest pain You groan.
I can't know shame like You knew our vict'ry day; *
Never know that pain You knew, yet now I pray:

Thou Risen Lord, with my healing in Thy wings!
Lord of Glory, my eternal healing brings!
Coming again, to reap Thy harvest that day!
'Til in Paradise we meet, I'll ever pray: