THE Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He marched before the rest! Good will to men, and zeal for God, His every thought engross; He longs to be baptized with blood, He pants to reach the cross! With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew; 'Twas love that urged him on. Lord, we return thee what we can: Our hearts shall sound abroad Salvation to the dying Man, And to the rising God! And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON EPIGRAM: 45. ON MY FIRST SON by BEN JONSON TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |