THE saving work for man is finished, The kingdoms of the Earth and Air o'erthrown; So now hath Christ come down among the dead, Spoiling the Spoiler, to redeem his own. What blessed glory plays about that head For those who here in fiery bondage groan, Conscious their suffering never could atone For Sin, till He that once had suffered. And, lo! in patient melancholy state The synod of the Patriarchs rests apart Condemned, tho' sons of God by faith, to wait In this dark place and solitude of heart, Joyless and tearless, till this Christ should come To bear them to their Father and their Home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |