When Christ, the lovely Son of God,
The roads in old Judea trod
They said He was as gentle as could be.
They said that people by the score
Crowded ‘round Him more and more,
As He healed the sick and made the blind to see.
Although I’ve never seen His face
By His unbounded matchless grace
My Lord performed a miracle in me.
My heart so black He turned to white
My blinded eyes He gave new sight,
Though chained by sin, in love He set me free.
For Christ, the lovely Son of God,
Who once in old Judea trod,
Now walks by faith with me.
Sue Rothwell
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