Home of our hearts, lest we forget What our redemption meant to Thee, Let our most reverent thought be set Upon Thy Calvary.

When Christ hung on the Cross of Calvary He was, apparently, the biggest failure the world had ever seen; for no other man had even dared to make such astounding claims as He, yet there He hung; nailed to the cross of shame, exposed to the view of a coarse, mocking crowd; cut off in early manhood; betrayed by one of His own personal friends; deserted by all of the other apostles—one of whom, after loud professions of devotion had denied Him with oaths and curses. It seemed as if that most wonderful and touching of all intercessory prayers (recorded in John 17) had never reached the Father’s ear; and as if the words “Father, the hour has come. Glorify your Son” (John 17:1) were impossible of fulfillment.

Not one soul, even of those who loved the Savior best, understood Him and His lifework; therefore not one friend could really sympathize with the God-man, who, on His human side, so hungered for sympathy.

If you and I are truly following in the Master’s footsteps, we too must be willing to risk apparent failure in the eyes of the world; and, harder still, must often be content to be misunderstood by our fellow-Christians. It is only when we have learned the faith and obedience which leave all consequences with God that we can know the power and deep joy contained in these words, that once sounded so terrible—“I have been crucified with Christ” (Galatians 2:20).

Jesus, Thou living bread, Ground in the mills of death, Let me by Thee be fed; Thy servant hungereth.

Jesus, Thou choicest vine, Nailed to the Cross of woe, Now let Thy life Divine Into my being flow.

Strength for the coming day Thy Body doth impart, Thy Blood doth cleanse away The sins that stain my heart.

Let not my heart be cold, Nor doubt when faith doth prove That in my hand I hold Thy Sacrament of love.

Jesus, be not a guest That tarrieth but a day; Come to my longing breast, Come, and for ever stay.

He reigneth! He reigneth, but let us never forget that it is from the throne on Golgotha!