Classic Poem

Othou; whose death was life, whose wounds a cure
To ev'ry pang and misery we endure!
Whose vast descent exalts a fallen race
Rich in thy poverty renew'd by grace!—
Thou patient sufferer—more than words can tell
Thou glorious conqueror! over death and hell!
Thou bright Redeemer! who in height supreme
Still brighter shone by mercy's radiant beam,
What shall we give thee?—praise is poor and weak—
'Twas thine to give—'twas thine the lost to seek!—
Drive from our hearts, those idols that wou'd share
And reign supreme, all bright and glorious there!