Abba, Father, Lord of Life,
What choice can curb your will?
Though men may plot their sep’rate course,
Each step obeys you still.
Mighty God and Upright Judge,
Who keeps their death at bay?
Men whitewash tombs and flee in vain
Your throne and judgment day.
Wondrous King of majesty
Who sees your holy place?
The west would fold upon the east
To glimpse your shining face.
Couns’lor, Christ; Love sacrificed,
My joy, my goal, my aim,
What flesh or foil can claim or spoil
Your holy, righteous name.
