In Bethlehem a Babe I see, The Christ Child, King of Kings is He; A stable manger for His Throne, A King to earthly pomp unknown. On dusty roads Christ comes to me, As crowds surround in Galilee; With word and touch He makes men whole, Gives life to body and to soul. 'Tis Jesus at Gethsemane In prayer alone, in misery, Disciples sleeping, heedless they, Betrayed before the dawn of day. 'Tis Jesus Christ on Calvary Against the sky in agony, A scoffing mob, and Crosses Three, Deserted and alone is He. 'Tis Jesus on His Throne I see, In glory and in majesty; The world doth stand in mute array Before that Throne on Judgment Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WILL O' THE WISP by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |