"SIT Thou on my right hand, my Son!" saith the Lord. "Sit Thou on my right hand, my Son! Till in the fatal hour Of my wrath, and my power, Thy foes shall be a footstool to Thy throne!" "Prayer shall be made to Thee, my Son!" saith the Lord. "Prayer shall be made to Thee, my Son! From earth and air and sea, And all that in them be, Which Thou for thine heritage hast won!" "Daily be Thou praised, my Son!" saith the Lord. "Daily be Thou praised, my Son! And all that live and move, Let them bless Thy bleeding love, And the work which Thy worthiness hath done!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLAVE'S DREAM by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GLORY OF ISRAEL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE CLAIM OF KINDRED by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A LITTLE WRINKLED SOUL OF LOVELINESS by WILLIAM BYRON CHARLES |