Where’er thou will’st, only that I may find
At the journeys end thy image there
And grow more like to it. For art not thou
The human shadow of the infinite Love
That made and fills the endless universe,
The very Word of him, the unseen, unknown,
Eternal Good that rules the summer flower
And all the worlds that people starry space?
Not to ourselves we live the life He giveth,
His resurrection life, our own today;
He only in Christ’s resurrection liveth
Who gives, as Jesus gave, his life away.
The power of the risen Lord began to appear immediately after the resurrection. His death seemed to be the end of everything. While he lived he had had great power. His ministry was radiant with kindness. His personal influence was felt over all the land. His gracious words as he went about left benedictions everywhere. He had shown himself sympathetic with all suffering and sorrow. He went about doing good among the people until he was known everywhere as a man who loved men. His kindness had made him universally beloved. He never wrought a miracle for effect, to win applause for himself. When in his ministry he did anything supernatural it was in love and compassion for people. He multiplied the loaves to feed a hungry multitude. He healed blindness, cured the lame and the sick, opened deaf ears, all in sympathy with human distress.
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