All Mortal Flesh
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth
Our full homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its wings on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.
At His feet the six winged seraph,
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Lord Most High!
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Lord Most High!
Listen to Red Mountain Church sing it.
He came once. He is coming again. No debt is too great, no shame to deep, no fear so gripping that he cannot wash it away and build you new again. Ask him about it if you, like me, cannot grasp it. He doesn’t mind proving himself if you’re not being gamey, but are in earnest. Don’t be worried if he doesn’t make it perfectly clear right away. He keeps his own schedule for reasons that are beyond us, but he will come to you, if you ask him.
