Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HYMN TO THE CROSS, by GIROLAMO SAVONAROLA Poet's Biography First Line: Jesus, refuge of the weary Last Line: Be the cross, and crucified! Subject(s): Crucifixion; Jesus Christ - Crucifixion | ||||||||
JESUS, refuge of the weary, Object of the spirit's love, Fountain in life's desert dreary, Saviour from the world above! Oh, how oft Thine eyes, offended, Gazed upon the sinner's fall; Yet, Thou on the Cross extended, Bore the penalty of all! For our human sake enduring Tortures infinite in pain; By Thy death our life assuring, Conquerors through Thee we reign. Still we passed the Cross in scorn, Breathing no repentant vow, Though from 'neath the circling thorn, Dropped the blood-sweat off Thy brow. Yet, Thy sinless death hath brought us Life eternal, peace and rest; What Thy grace alone hath taught us, Calms the sinner's stormy breast. Jesus, would my heart were burning With more vivid love for Thee! Would mine eyes were ever turning To Thy Cross of agony! Would that on that Cross suspended I the martyr's palm might win -- Where the Lord, the heaven-descended, Sinless suffered for my sin! Cross of torture! may'st thou rend me With thy fierce, unearthly dole; Welcome be the pangs that lend me Strength to crush sin in my soul. So, in pain and rapture blending, Might my fading eyes grow dim, While the freed heart rose, ascending To the circling Seraphim. Then in glory, parted never From the blessed Saviour's side, Graven on my heart for ever Be the Cross, and Crucified! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SILVER TRADE by ARTHUR SZE GOOD FRIDAY by GIROLAMO SAVONAROLA |
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