Jesus, Thou art our King! To me Thy succor bring; Christ the mighty one art Thou; Help for all on Thee is laid: This the world; I claim it now; Send me now the promised aid. High on the Father's throne, O look with pity down! Help, O help, attend my call; Captive lead captivity: King of glory, Lord of all, Christ, be Lord, be King to me! I now would feel Thy sway, And only Thee obey; Thee my spirit pants to meet: This my one, my ceaseless prayer-- Make, O make my heart Thy seat; O set up Thy kingdom there! Triumph and reign in me, And spread Thy victory; Hell, and death, and sin control; Pride, and wrath, and every foe, All subdue; through all my soul, Conqu'ring and to conquer go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 24. AR-RAFI by EDWIN ARNOLD |