Under an Eastern sky, Amid a rabble cry, A man went forth to die, For me! Thorn-crowned his blessed head, Blood-stained his every tread, Cross-laden on he sped, For me! Pierced glow his hands and feet, Three hours o'er him did beat Fierce rays of noon-tide heat, For me! Thus wert thou made all mine, Lord make me wholly thine, Give grace and strength divine, To me! In thought and word and deed, Thy will to do; oh! lead my feet E'en though they bleed, To thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER THE TEMPTATION OF OUR LORD: BALEUS PROLOCUTOR by JOHN BALE A FRAGMENT OF AN EPIC POEM, OCCASIONED BY THE LOSS OF A GAME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |