THE Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He marched before the rest! Good will to men, and zeal for God, His every thought engross; He longs to be baptized with blood, He pants to reach the cross! With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew; 'Twas love that urged him on. Lord, we return thee what we can: Our hearts shall sound abroad Salvation to the dying Man, And to the rising God! And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MY GARDEN by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE |