Classic Poem

(An Easter Poem)

And from His hands and from His side,
Flowed down great drops of blood;
For you, for me, for everyone,
Streamed out that crimson flood.
Take thou this comfort to thine heart,
Poor wounded, stricken soul,
That He who chastens thee with love,
Thy weakness will control.

If bitter is the cup you taste,
In dark Gethsemane;
Remember that He tasted first
That bitter cup for thee.
He'll move thy obstacle of sin,
He'll set thy spirit free,
He proved His endless boundless love,
On rugged Calvary.

Ah, trembling One, He did it all,
Because He loved thee so:
Then cast on Him this care of thine,
O, trust in Him, and know:
That from His hands and from His side,
Flowed down great drops of blood,
For you, for me, for everyone,
Streamed out that crimson flood.