| "All Things Were Made By Him" |
| The Maker of the universe As man to man was made a curse; The claims of law which He had made Unto the uttermost He paid. His holy fingers made the bough That grew the thorns that pierced His brow; The nails that pierced His hands were mined In secret places He designed. He made the forest whence there sprung The tree on which His body hung; He died upon a cross of wood, Yet made the hill on which it stood. The throne on which He now appears Was His from everlasting years — But a new crown adorns His brow, And every knee to Him shall bow. |
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This Page Title - "All things were made by Him" The Wicket Gate Magazine - A Continuing Witness. Internet Edition number 36 - placed on line May 2002 Wicket Gate contact address - Mr Cliff Westcombe cw@wicketgate.co.uk If you wish to be notified when each new edition goes on line please send an e-mail to the above address Magazine web address - www.users.zetnet.co.uk/westcombe |