The day of Christ, the day of God, We humbly hope with joy to see-- Wash'd in the sanctifying blood Of an incarnate Deity-- Who did for us His life resign. There is no other God but one; For all the plentitude Divine Resides in the eternal Son. Spotless, sincere, without offense, O may we to His day remain, Who trust the blood of Christ to cleanse Our souls from every sinful stain. Lord, we believe the promise sure; The purchased Comforter impart; Apply Thy blood to make us pure, To keep us pure in life and heart. Then let us see that day supreme, When none Thy Godhead shall deny, Thy sov'reign majesty blaspheme,-- Or count Thee less than the Most High: When all who on their God believe, Who here Thy last appearing love, Shall Thy consummate joy receive, And see Thy glorious face above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES THE LAST MAN: RECOLLECTION OF EARLY LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |