Out of the light that dazzles me, Bright as the sun from pole to pole, I thank the God I know to be For Christ, the conqueror of my soul. Since His the sway of circumstance I would not wince nor cry aloud. Under the rule which men call chance My head with joy is humbly bowed. Beyond this place of sin and tears-- That life with Him! and His the aid, That spite the menace of the years, Keeps, and shall keep, me unafraid. I have no fear though strait the gate; He cleared from punishment the scroll. Christ is the Master of my fate; Christ is the Captain of my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY MODERN MOSES, OR 'MY POLICY' MAN by JAMES MADISON BELL PSALM 14. DIXIT INSIPIENS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DEMON DAWN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |