Classic Poem

The loving friend to all who bowed
Beneath life's weary load,
From lips baptized in humble prayer
His consolations flowed.

The faithful witness to the Truth,
His just rebuke was hurled
Out from a heart that burned to break
The fetters of the world.

No hollow rite, no lifeless creed
His piercing glance could bear;
But longing hearts which sought him found
That God and heaven were there.

Beneath the shadow of the cross,
As earthly hopes remove,
His new commandment giveth he,—
His blessed law of love.

O Jesus, be thy spirit ours,
And swift our feet shall move
To deeds of pure self-sacrifice
And the sweet tasks of love!