WEEP this great day! Let tears o'erflow your eyes; When Father gave his Son in sacrifice; This day for us his precious Blood was spilt, Whose dying made atonement for our guilt. He on a cross, with shame, gave up his breath, E'en He who could not die, did suffer death: Closing his eyes, to Heav'n He op'd a way, And gave those life who then expiring lay. Death did against our souls those arms prepare, But He the fury of the conflict bare; To guard our lives his body was the shield, And by our Gen'ral's fall we gain the field. When graves shall open, Temple's Veil be torn, The El'ments weep, and Heav'ns themselves shall mourn; O hearts more hard than stones, not to relent! May we shed pious tears, and of our sins repent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 23 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |