Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.@Matthew 8:20

Anonymous.

May W. Moody, 1897 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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May W. Moody (1870–1963)

A homeless stranger amongst us came,
To this land of sin and mourning;
He walked in a path of sorrow and shame,
Thro’ insult, and hate, and scorning;
A man of sorrows, of toils, of tears,
An outcast man and lonely,
But He looked on me, and thro’ endless years,
Him must I serve, Him only.

And then from this sad and sorrowful land,
This land of tears He departed;
But the light of His eyes, and the touch of His hand
Had left me brokenhearted;
And I clave to Him as He turned His face
From the land that was mine no longer,
The land I’d loved in the golden days ere
I knew the love that was stronger.

And I must abide where He abode,
And follow His steps forever;
His people, my people; His God, my God,
In the land beyond the river;
And where He died would I also die;
For dearer a grave beside Him
Than a kingly crown among living men,
The place that they denied Him.