Written by Lise Caldwell
Holy Jesus, every day
Keep us in the narrow way;
And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds Thy glory hide.
~As with Gladness Men of Old, last verse
I don’t remember ever singing this verse of what is undoubtedly an obscure carol anyway. But I love these words. In Christ’s first advent, which we celebrate this time of year, he arrived almost unnoticed. Still today we often overlook him. His second “advent” will be unmistakable. And for ransomed souls, unmistakably wonderful.