They dragged Thee to the Roman's solemn hall, Thy doom of death from human lips to wait; In final ruin hurled, With all mankind to hear their everlasting fate. Thou wert alone in that fierce multitude, When "Crucify him!" yelled the general shout; Whose lightest whispered word The Seraphim had heard, And adamantine arms from all the heavens broke out. They bound Thy temples with the twisted thorn, Was the unapproached light, The sandal of whose foot the rapid hurricane. They smote Thy cheek with many a ruthless palm; With the cold spear Thy shuddering side they pierced; The draught of bitterest gall was all the balm They gave, t'enhance Thy unslaked, burning thirst : Thou, at whose words of peace Did pain and anguish cease, And the long-buried dead their bonds of slumber burst. Low bowed Thy head convulsed, and, drooped in death, Thy voice sent forth a sad and wailing cry ; Slow struggled from Thy breast the parting breath, limb was wrung with agony. And every That head, whose veilless blaze Filled angels with amaze, When at that voice sprang forth the rolling suns on high. And Thou wert laid within the narrow tomb, Thy clay-cold limbs with shrouding grave-clothes bound; The sealed stone confirmed Thy mortal doom, Nor th' immeasurable plain Of vast Infinity inclose or circle round. For us, for us, Thou didst endure the pain, By saving worlds from sin, Nor aught of glory add to Thy all-glorious name. DEVOUT MEN CARRIED STEPHEN TO HIS BURIAL." BROTHER, thou art gone before us, And thy saintly soul is flown And sorrow is unknown : From the burthen of the flesh, And from care and fear released, The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er, But Christ hath taught thy languid feet To reach his blest abode. Thou'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus Upon his father's breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest, Sin can never taint thee now, Nor doubt thy faith assail, Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ And there thou'rt sure to meet the good, "Earth to earth," and "Dust to dust," The solemn priest hath said, So we lay the turf above thee now, And we seal thy narrow bed: But thy spirit, brother, soars away Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. And when the Lord shall summon us, Whom thou hast left behind, May we, untainted by the world, As sure a welcome find; May each, like thee, depart in peace, To be a glorious guest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. "AND THE SMOKE WENT UP, AS THE SMOKE OF A FURNACE." THE wind blows chill across those gloomy waves, Yes, on that plain, by wild waves covered now, Lovely and splendid all,-but Sodom's soul Was stained with blood, and pride, and perjury. Long warned, long spared, till her whole heart was foul, And fiery vengeance on its clouds came nigh! And still she mocked, and danced, and taunting, spoke God spake the word of wrath! Her dream was done. |