SLAIN for man, slain for me, O Lamb of God, look down; Loving to the end, look down, behold and see: Turn Thine Eyes of pity, turn not on us Thy frown, O Lamb of God, slain for man, slain for me. Mark the wrestling, mark the race for indeed a crown; Mark our chariots how we drive them heavily; Mark the foe upon our track blasting thundering down, O Lamb of God, slain for man, slain for me. Set as a Cloudy Pillar against them Thy frown, Thy Face of Light toward us gracious utterly; Help granting, hope granting, until Thou grant a crown, O Lamb of God, slain for man, slain for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVALIER TUNES: MARCHING ALONG by ROBERT BROWNING SONG FOR ALL SEAS, ALL SHIPS by WALT WHITMAN FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST DECLASSE by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |