CHRIST AND THE PAGAN
By John B. Tabb
I had no God but these,The sacerdotal Trees,And they uplifted me.“I hung upon a tree.”The sun and moon I saw,And reverential aweSubdued me day and night.“I am the perfect light.”Within a lifeless Stone—All other gods unknown—I sought Divinity.“The Corner-Stone am I.”For sacrificial feastI slaughtered man and beast,Red recompense to gain.“So I, a Lamb, was slain.Yea; such My hungering GraceThat where ev’r My faceIs hidden, none may gropeBeyond eternal Hope.”
I had no God but these,The sacerdotal Trees,And they uplifted me.“I hung upon a tree.”The sun and moon I saw,And reverential aweSubdued me day and night.“I am the perfect light.”Within a lifeless Stone—All other gods unknown—I sought Divinity.“The Corner-Stone am I.”For sacrificial feastI slaughtered man and beast,Red recompense to gain.“So I, a Lamb, was slain.Yea; such My hungering GraceThat where ev’r My faceIs hidden, none may gropeBeyond eternal Hope.”
I had no God but these,The sacerdotal Trees,And they uplifted me.“I hung upon a tree.”
I had no God but these,
The sacerdotal Trees,
And they uplifted me.
“I hung upon a tree.”
The sun and moon I saw,And reverential aweSubdued me day and night.“I am the perfect light.”
The sun and moon I saw,
And reverential awe
Subdued me day and night.
“I am the perfect light.”
Within a lifeless Stone—All other gods unknown—I sought Divinity.“The Corner-Stone am I.”
Within a lifeless Stone—
All other gods unknown—
I sought Divinity.
“The Corner-Stone am I.”
For sacrificial feastI slaughtered man and beast,Red recompense to gain.“So I, a Lamb, was slain.
For sacrificial feast
I slaughtered man and beast,
Red recompense to gain.
“So I, a Lamb, was slain.
Yea; such My hungering GraceThat where ev’r My faceIs hidden, none may gropeBeyond eternal Hope.”
Yea; such My hungering Grace
That where ev’r My face
Is hidden, none may grope
Beyond eternal Hope.”