Our Matchless Lord

Clothedwith a garment down to the foot,

Girt about at the breasts 'with a golden

girdle.

His headand

His hairwere white as white wool, white as snow;

His eyeswere as a flame of fire;

His feetlike unto burnished brass, as if it had been refined in a furnace;

His voiceas the voice of many waters.

In His right handseven stars:

Out of His mouthproceeded a sharp two-edged sword:

His countenancewas as the sun shineth in his strength.

He saidFear not; I am the first and the last, and the Living One; and I was dead, and behold, I am alive for evermore (Rev. 1:13-18).

unknown | Jan 1996
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