Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CALL FOR CHRIST, by CYNEWULF


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First Line: Come now, thou lord of victory, creator of mankind
Last Line: Shelter of man! O living god! Come soon, our need is sore!
Alternate Author Name(s): Cynwulf
Subject(s): Jesus Christ


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!





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