Bound upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is He? By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled, burning thirst, By the drooping, death-dew's brow, Son of Man! 'tis Thou! Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He? By the sun at noonday pale, Shiv'ring rock, and rending veil, Eden promised ere He died To the felon at His side, Lord! our suppliant knees we bow, Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou! Bound upon the accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is He? By the last and bitter cry, Ghost giv'n up in agony, By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead, Crucified! we know Thee now, Son of Man! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou! Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He? By the spoil'd and empty grave, By the souls He died to save, By the conquest He hath won, By the saints before His throne, By the rainbow round His brow, Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS |