He knelt, the Savior knelt and prayed, When but His Father's eye Looked through the lonely garden's shade On that dread agony; The Lord All above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. The sun set in a fearful hour, The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him! That He who gave man's breath, might know The very depths of human woe. He proved them all! --the doubt, the strife, The faint perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life, All gathered round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray -- Yet passed it not, that cup, away! It passed not --though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath His tread; It passed not --though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead. But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to die. And was the sinless thus beset With anguish and dismay? How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark narrow way? Through Him --through Him, that path who trod -- Save, or we perish, Son of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY GULLS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |