Galatians ii. 20

Three little sunbeams, gilding all I see.
Three little chords, each full of melody.
Three little leaves, balm for my agony.

“WHO”

He loved me, the Father’s only Son.
He gave Himself, the precious, spotless One.
He shed His blood, and thus the work was done.

“LOVED”

He loved — not merely pitied. Here I rest.
Sorrow may come, I to His heart am pressed.
What should I fear while sheltered in His breast?

“ME”

H. W.