BE hushed, my heart, remembering What dole was given for thee, How pressed on Him thy burden, when, For all the sinful sons of men, Christ went to Calvary. The mournful journey that He made, Each step was taken for thee. Be hushed, my heart, let clamor cease; Prepare a chamber white with peace, His resting-place to be. In solemn shadow of the cross, O soul, abide till He Who tasted death ere thou shouldst know Its bitterness of utmost woe With strength shall guerdon thee. Its Via Dolorosa still Each life of earth must see, And in some hour, or soon or late, Must bend beneath the crushing weight Of earth's Gethsemane. But heart, in love and prayer look up Beyond the awesome tree; The heaven of heavens is reft to-day; All angels march the starry way That leads from Calvary. For conquering, the Lord of life (His mighty legions free) Goes forward while the ages roll; The price of every ransomed soul Full paid on Calvary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN CREDO by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON |