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HH Music | To What Purpose

Lyrics - Sabrina Reedy Dark moments where pain wracks the body, A million different reasons why; As trembling minds and broken hearts Are tempted to our Lord to cry: “To what purpose, Jesus, is this waste?” These dim-lit eyes just cannot see, Why such a trial would be permitted For the glories of eternity… Flood waters rise in silent threat And sweep away young, precious lives; All comprehension fails us, And our questions Lord, wilt thou despise? “To what purpose, Jesus, is this waste?” Our eyes grow tired of this world’s griefs; But will our hearts embrace the railings, Of a traitor and a thief?... As Mary counted naught too costly, To be brought closer to her Lord, Vibrations from the heart of Judas Drew out his friends’ indignant chords; “To what purpose, Jesus, is this waste? Could not much more good have been done?” Yet Mary sees in Christ’s kind face The victory that she has won… A mother’s body broken to Deliver long-awaited babe; Ev'n as the Saviour gave Himself For all those whom He came to save; “To what purpose, Jesus, is this waste?” What if the child now fails to thrive? Yet Jesus this pain daily tastes, For souls whom He cannot revive… Would we ever count His cross a waste? Perhaps while eyes are fixed below; But with chins lifted, heav’n in view, Its all-sufficiency we'll know; “To what purpose, Jesus, is this waste?” May this thought be cast into the sea; As faith takes hold of trials made clear, In the glories of eternity.