THEN was a task of glory all thine own, Nobler than e'er the still, small voice assigned To lips in awful music making known The stormy splendours of some prophet's mind. "@3Christ is arisen!@1" -- by thee, to wake mankind, First from the sepulchre those words were brought! Thou wert to send the mighty rushing wind First on its way, with those high tidings fraught -- "@3Christ is arisen!@1" Thou, @3thou@1, the sinenthralled! Earth's outcast, heaven's own ransomed one, wert called In human hearts to give that rapture birth: Oh raised from shame to brightness! @3there@1 doth lie The tenderest meaning of @3His@1 ministry, Whose undespairing love still owned the spirit's worth. |