"We have no king but Cæsar," answered they In scorn of Christ. "Let Him he crucified," They cried. So priest and people chose that day, Chose Cæsar for their king, and Christ denied. Cæsar their king, who would the State maintain, With sword, with thundering guns give high command. Cæsar their king and so the Christ was slain, And waste and woe and war swept through the land. O ye, His priests, who see the multitude Awaiting their true King, how answer ye This day? Vote Christ be stretched upon the rood, That Cæsar's armed might the right shall be, Or dare ye, scorning pagan fear, proclaim That Christ is King, that He alone shall reign? |