Out of the light that dazzles me, Bright as the sun from pole to pole, I thank the God I know to be For Christ, the conqueror of my soul. Since His the sway of circumstance I would not wince nor cry aloud. Under the rule which men call chance My head with joy is humbly bowed. Beyond this place of sin and tears-- That life with Him! and His the aid, That spite the menace of the years, Keeps, and shall keep, me unafraid. I have no fear though strait the gate; He cleared from punishment the scroll. Christ is the Master of my fate; Christ is the Captain of my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHEN YOU ARE OLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LAST MAN: RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |