Jests as he sinks below!
Oh, guide thy mirth by wisdom’s rules,
For sorrow ends the laugh of fools!
Fools make a mock at sin; but oh,
God’s holy angels do not so:
For they upon the Cross have gazed,—
The Cross which sin, our sin, had raised,—
And viewed all wondering and amazed,
A Saviour’s life-blood flow!
Then write these words thy heart within,—