THE saving work for man is finished, The kingdoms of the Earth and Air o'erthrown; So now hath Christ come down among the dead, Spoiling the Spoiler, to redeem his own. What blessed glory plays about that head For those who here in fiery bondage groan, Conscious their suffering never could atone For Sin, till He that once had suffered. And, lo! in patient melancholy state The synod of the Patriarchs rests apart Condemned, tho' sons of God by faith, to wait In this dark place and solitude of heart, Joyless and tearless, till this Christ should come To bear them to their Father and their Home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE WEST WIND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 8, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A PENITENTIAL SOLILOQUY by JOHN BYROM |