Come now, thou Lord of Victory, Creator of Mankind, Make manifest Thy tenderness in mercy to us here! Need is there for us all in Thee thy Mother's kin to find, Though to thy Father's mystery we cannot yet come near. Christ, Saviour, by Thy coming bless this earth of ours with love; The golden gates, so long fast barred, do Thou, O Heavenly King, Bid now unclose, that humbly Thou, descending from above, Seek us on earth, for we have need of blessing Thou canst bring. With fangs of death the accursed wolf hath scattered, Lord, the flock That with Thy blood, in time of old, O Master, thou hast bought; He has us in fierce clutch; we are his prey, his mock, He scorns our soul's desire; wherefore, to Thee is all our thought. Thee, our Preserver, earnestly we pray that Thou devise For sad exiles a speedy help; let the dark spirit fall To depths of hell; but let thy work, Creator, let man rise Justly to that high realm whence the Accursed drew us all. Through love of sin he drew us that, bereft of heaven's light, We suffer endless miseries, betrayed for evermore, Unless Thou come to save us from the slayer, Lord of Might! Shelter of Man! O Living God! come soon, our need is sore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGE IN YOUTH by TRUMBULL STICKNEY UNCROWNED by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY THE ROMANCE OF THE LILY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 1. THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE WICKED CONTRASTED by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WILD CHERRY TREE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |