The Son of Consolation

The Son of Con­so­la­tion!

Of Le­vi’s priest­ly line

Filled with the Ho­ly Spir­it

And fer­vent faith di­vine

With low­ly self-obla­tion

For Christ an of­fer­ing meet

He laid his earth­ly rich­es

At the apos­tles’ feet.

The Son of Con­so­lation!

O name of sooth­ing balm!

It fell on sick and wea­ry

Like breath of Heav­en’s own calm!

And the blest Son of Com­fort

With fear­less lov­ing hand

The Gen­tiles’ great apos­tle

Led to the faith­ful band.

The Son of Con­so­la­tion!

Drawn near un­to his Lord

He won the mar­tyr’s glo­ry

And passed to his re­ward;

With him is faith now end­ed

For ev­er lost in sight

But love

made per­fect

fills him

With praise

and joy

and light.

The Son of Con­so­la­tion!

Lord

hear our hum­ble pray­er

That each of us Thy child­ren

This bless­èd name may bear;

That we

sweet com­fort shed­ding

O’er homes of pain and woe

’Midst sick­ness and in pri­sons

May seek Thee here be­low.

The Sons of Conso­la­tion!

O what their bliss shall be

When Christ the King shall tell them

Ye did it un­to Me

The mer­ci­ful and lov­ing

The Lord of life shall own

And as His price­less jew­els

Shall set them round His throne.