Gave him to drink, and in his failing ear
Whispered sweet words of comfort and good cheer;
—God's Son!
The suffering one looked up into the face
Of Him whose death to sinners brought God's grace;
—God's Son!
The tender brow with unhealed wounds was scarred,
The hand that held The Cup, the nails had marred;
—God's Son!
"Brother, for thee I suffered greater woes;
As I forgave,—do thou forgive thy foes,
—God's son!"
"Yea, Lord, as Thou forgavest, I forgive;
And now, my soul unto Thyself receive,
—God's Son!"
Thick-clustered in the battered trench, amazed,
They gazed at that strange sight … and gazed … and gazed;
—God's sons!
—The Christ of God, come down to succour one
Of their own number,—their own mate—
—God's son!
And none who saw that sight will e'er forget
How once, upon the field of death, they met
—God's Son.
A LITTLE TE DEUM FOR THESE TIMES
We thank Thee, Lord,
For mercies manifold in these dark days;—
For Heart of Grace that would not suffer wrong;
For all the stirrings in the dead dry bones;
For bold self-steeling to the times' dread needs;
For every sacrifice of self to Thee;
For ease and wealth and life so freely given;
For Thy deep sounding of the hearts of men;
For Thy great opening of the hearts of men;
For Thy close-knitting of the hearts of men;
For all who sprang to answer the great call;
For their high courage and self-sacrifice;
For their endurance under deadly stress;
For all the unknown heroes who have died
To keep the land inviolate and free;
For all who come back from the Gates of Death;
For all who pass to larger life with Thee,
And find in Thee the wider liberty;
For hope of Righteous and Enduring Peace;
For hope of cleaner earth and closer heaven;
With burdened hearts, but faith unquenchable,—
We thank Thee, Lord!