The Voice of Praise ‎#172

172. When, like a stranger on our sphere

1 When, like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wandered here,
Where'er he went, affliction fled,
And sickness reared her fainting head.

2 The eye that rolled in irksome night,
Beheld his face,--for God is light;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
His precepts heard, his praises sung.

3 With bounding steps the halt and lame
To hail their great Deliverer came;
O'er the cold grave he bowed his head,
He spake the word, and raised the dead.

4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,
In his inspiring presence smiled;
The storm of horror ceased to roll,
And reason lightened through the soul.

Text Information

• First Line: When, like a stranger on our sphere
• Author: Montgomery
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Christ: Life, Office, and Example; The Miracle Worker
• Notes: Public Domain.

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