Sleep on!--the snows may gather
O'er thy cold and pulseless form--
Thou art resting, calmly resting,
In the wild, dark, midnight storm
THE NAMES OF JESUS
[Footnote: This poem is designed to form a part of a volume of
strictly religious poetry, which the Author has in course of
preparation; and is inserted here in deference to the expressed wish
of a large number of friends. Its appearance here will not, however,
prevent its appearing in its appropriate connection.]
I SING the NAMES of JESUS!--matchless names!
Highest and holiest Earth or Heaven claims!
By which alone we may approach to Him
Before whose faintest ray the sun grows dim,
And all the brightest glory of the skies
Like twilight's feeble glimmer fades and dies.
MESSIAH, CHRIST!--God's high, Anointed One!
The Eternal Father's well-beloved Son!
On whom the mystic oil of Heaven was shed,
What time, descending on His sacred head,
The Consecrating Spirit from above
Set Him apart to holiest deeds of love;
Anointed Prophet, from that favored hour
To teach His Father's will, to wield His power,--
Anointed Priest, for His own people's sake,
Himself a sacrifice for sin to make,--
Anointed King, unrivalled and alone
To reign on universal Empire's throne,--
To whose high majesty and regal worth
All crowns shall bend in Heaven and in Earth,--
All Powers to Him their cheerful tribute bring,
And all above, below, confess Him King.
Pages:
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183