Reluctant Bride of Christ, Church that I love,
How shall I sing my
grief, my bitter sorrow
That you will never choose to hurl
Into the dangerous arms of God's tomorrow,
But always looking
back with anxious eye,
Hold fast to yesterday's stale faith
The marriage feast is ready. Why delay?
Here's wine that's
fresh and good, though sharp the tasting.
Yet still you sip dead
lees from hollow jars,
Remembering vintages long past, and nothing
Dying of thirst, but daring not to draw
And drink the miraculous draft that fills
new skins to bursting.
Come, fearful saints, trust to the Spirit's winds,
yourselves be blown beyond prediction.
Do what you will in love, go
where you may,
You cannot stray beyond God's benediction.
the way: that is enough to know -
His life and truth
for all tomorrows.