The Saviour, what a noble flame
      Was kindled in his breast,

The Saviour, what a noble flame
      Was kindled in his breast,
When hasting to Jerusalem,
      He marched before the rest!

Good will to men, and zeal for God,
      His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptized with blood,
      He pants to reach the cross!

With all his sufferings full in view,
      And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;
      'Twas love that urged him on.

Lord, we return thee what we can:
      Our hearts shall sound abroad
Salvation to the dying Man,
      And to the rising God!

And while thy bleeding glories here
      Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
      And hasten to the skies.

~ William Cowper

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *