So long, O Lord, I've waited for this day, Within my heart a trembling ecstasy Born of a fervent hope. I did not see With these dim eyes, the Star, whose wondrous ray Led kings across the land to where Christ lay. Nor was the Shepherds' Christmas joy for me. ... But I have held Him in His infancy, And now I go rejoicing on my way. O Lord, I thank Thee for Thy love divine: For Thou didst grant me, at the close of life A chance to hold the Savior of us all, And prove there is no love as deep as Thine. Now, old and weary with my earthly strife, I'm waiting, Lord, to hear Thy last clear call! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA |