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Jesus Poems

Table of Contents

  1. A Hymn of Turning by Anonymous
  2. The Physician by Anonymous
  3. Our Seven Wonders by Amos Russel Wells
  4. Endeavor's Corner-Stone by Anonymous
  5. Christ's Words by Anonymous
  6. Have You Found the Bible by Anonymous
  7. The Child on Calvary by John B. Tabb
  8. Love Not The World by Lydia Howard Sigourney
  9. In the Garden by C. Austin Miles
  10. E Tenebris by Oscar Wilde
  11. Sheep and Lambs by Katharine Tynan Hinkson
  12. Forgiveness by Eliza Down
  13. At Night by Kate Louise Wheeler

  1. A Hymn of Turning

    by Anonymous

    Roses gleam with red and white;
    Jesus is a fairer sight.
    Violets in shmlows lie;
    Jesus wins the seeking eye.

    Where the sunset's green and gold
    As a missal is unrolled,
    Tenderer in beauty still
    Jesus shines on vale and hill.

    Where the mountain's regal dome
    Gives the clouds a castle-home,
    Lordlier than all their grace
    Jesus crowns His dwelling place.

    Sweeter than the morning light
    Laid upon a maiden bright,
    Lovelier than children are,
    Jesus' face is fairer far.

    From the beauties of the world
    By the happy spring unfurled,
    From Milan's crystallic spell
    And the art of Raphael,

    Turn we with contented eyes
    Where all heauty satisfies,
    Where the soul of loveliness
    Knows to gladden and to bless.

    Jesus, beauty's central sun,
    Thou the only heauteous one.
    Clear my eyes that I may see
    All is beautiful from Thee!

  2. The Physician

    by Anonymous

    Thou whose healing reaches far
    Where the seeds of evil are,
    Probe the source of my distress,
    Every secret sinfulness.

    Thou whose eye discovers keen
    Both the hidden and the seen,
    Use Thy knife, if so Thou wilt,
    Where I think me free from guilt.

    Thou whose mind is wise to see
    What has been and what will be,
    Though no present ill I know,
    Save me from the coming woe.

    Human sages ply their art.
    Curing fever, chill, and smart;
    Thou, O Christ, my health shalt be
    Now, and through eternity.

  3. Our Seven Wonders

    by Amos Russel Wells

    O Christ, the Wonderful! we gladly see
    The seven wonders of the world in Thee.

    Pharos! that flung so bold a light abroad,—
    The Light of all the world is Christ, our Lord.

    Vast pyramids that lift the wondering sight,
    Bow down to Christ, the Apex of all height!

    Colossus, framed the Rhodian gulf to span,—
    Our Christ has bridged the gulf from God to man.

    Babylon's hanging gardens, fruitful, gay,—
    We have a Vine that wrapa the world to-day.

    Rare Mausoleum, shrine of royal breath,—
    Christ is the King that conquered even death.

    Diana's temple!—all that Christ adore
    Become His temples, peerless evermore.

    Statue of Zeus, low lying in the sod,
    Worship our Christ, the ever-living God!

  4. Endeavor's Corner-Stone

    by Anonymous

    [Read at the laying of the corner stone of the Christian Endeavor Headquarters Building Boston July 18, 1917.]

    Lift the building fair and strong,
    Sink its pillars firm and sure,
    Crown its cornices with song,
    Frame its portals to endure.
    What shall be the corner-stone?
    Jesus Christ and He alone.

    Prophets and apostles all,
    Workers faithful, workers true.
    They have wrought upon the wall,
    Building better than they knew,
    They are not the corner-stone;
    It is Jesus Christ alone.

    Yes, and he whose flaming soul
    Manned it all with loving skill,
    He who labored on the whole,
    And who leads the workers still,--
    He is not the corner-stone:
    It is Jesus Christ alone.

    Jesus Christ, whose will august
    Is our life and truth and way;
    Jesus Christ, in whom we trust
    For the power to obey,--
    Jesus Christ, and He alone,
    Is the building's corner stone

    Jesus Christ, whose boundless love
    Binds the youth of every land,
    With a tie all strife above,
    Into one united band,
    Him with brother hearts we own
    Our unbroken corner-stone.

    Jesus Christ, the shepherd true
    Of the sheep of many folds,
    Who in one benignant view
    All His differing churches holds,
    Him with comrade hearts we own
    Our unsevered corner-stone.

    Jesus Christ, who bids us go
    Or unresting stay behind,
    Till the field or face the foe
    With the same courageous mind,
    As Endeavor's guide we own
    Christ, the four-square corner-stone.

    Framed in Jesus, fitly framed
    May the noble building rise,
    Temple of the Lord acclaimed,
    Of the earth and of the skies,
    All its fair proportions grown
    Out of Christ, its corner stone.

  5. Christ's Words

    by Anonymous

    The words of Christ are fruitful seeds,
    Springing up in loving deeds.

    The words of Christ are lamps aglow,
    Showing travellers where to go.

    The words of Christ are shining goals,
    Beckoning courageous souls.

    The words of Jesus mountains are,
    From whose top we see afar.

    The words of Jesus are a fleet,
    Loaded with the finest wheat.

    The words of Jesus are a host,
    Conquering foes thut loudly boast.

    The Saviour's words are skilful guides,
    Leading up the mountain-sides.

    The Saviour's words are lashing cords,
    And flying darts and piercing swords.

    The Saviour's words are gentle rain,
    Freshening the arid plain.

    The words of Christ our life shall be,
    Here and through eternity.

  6. Have You Found the Bible

    by Anonymous

    He had passed the cup of the wine of love
    In the feast of the Upper Room;
    He had gone, with the paschal moon above,
    To the depths of the Garden gloom.

    And there on the solemn shaded ground
    Where the ancient olives grow,
    Another goblet the Saviour found,
    The cup of the deepest woe.

    The wine of that goblet was black as death.
    And bitter with ancient sin.
    And horribly foul was the fetid breath
    Of the liquor that fumed within.

    And they who had drunk in the city of light
    As the cup of love He poured,
    Stupidly slept in the Garden's night,
    Nor thought of their anguished Lord.

    O Saviour, who givest our human race
    The cup of Thy love so rare,
    In Gethsemane's shadow be ours the grace
    The cup of Thy woe to share!

  7. The Child on Calvary

    by John B. Tabb

    THE Cross is tall,
    And I too small
    To reach His hand
    Or touch His feet;
    But on the sand
    His footprints I have found,
    And it is sweet
    To kiss the holy ground.

  8. Love Not The World

    by Lydia Howard Sigourney

    To gain the friendship of the world,
    How vain the ceaseless strife;
    We sow the sand, we grasp the wind,
    We waste the life of life.

    Perchance some giddy height we gain,
    Some gilded treasure show,
    The footing fails, the shadow 'scapes,
    We sink in deeper wo.

    Yet, baffled, still the toil we try,
    The eager chase renew,
    Even though the portals of the grave
    Yawn on our startled view.

    But Thou, whose pitying mercy's tide
    Is like the unfathom'd sea,
    Thy love was waiting for our souls,
    That would not turn to Thee;

    Thy hand was stretch'd Thy voice was heard
    Thy fold was open wide,
    Ah! who the straying sheep can save
    That shuns the Eternal Guide?

  9. In the Garden

    by C. Austin Miles

    I come to the garden alone, While the dew
    is still on the roses;
    And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
    the Son of God discloses.

    And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
    And He tells me I am His own.
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
    Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
    And the melody that He gave to me
    Within my heart is ringing.

    And He walks with me, and He talks to me,
    And He tells me I am His own,
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    I'd stay in the garden with Him
    Tho the night around me be falling;
    But He bid me go, thru the voice of woe,
    His voice to me is calling

    And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
    And He tells me I am His own,
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

  10. A Thought On The Sea-Shore

    by John Newton

    In ev'ry object here I see
    Something, O Lord, that leads to thee:
    Firm as the rocks thy promise stands,
    Thy mercies countless as the sands,
    Thy love a sea immensely wide,
    Thy grace an ever-flowing tide.
    In ev'ry object here I see
    Something, my heart, that points at thee
    Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
    Unfruitful as the barren sand,
    Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
    And, like the tide, in constant motion.

  11. On the Crucifixion of Our Savior

    by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

    Day of days, his people crown'd him,
    But the crown was not of love;
    And on his crown they smote to wound him,
    Lord of all the worlds above.

    Milder than the blushing morning,
    Was his heavenly aspect fair;
    He beheld their cruel scornings;
    None remember'd Bethlehem's Star.

    He fulfil'd the glorious presage,
    Took the sin and bore the shame,
    And thus show'd his heavenly message;
    O love immutable, the same.

    Saints your life is in this blessing,
    Christ has pointed you the way,
    Sinners kneel to God, confessing
    Crimes which he can wash away.

  12. Christ, Who's Gone Before

    by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

    When troubles rise,
    And tempests roar,
    Lift up you eyes,
    Christ went before.

    Though friends may part,
    And tears may pour,
    Comfort your heart,
    Christ went befere.

    Though, in the dust.
    They're seen no more,
    Still Him we trust
    Who went before.

    When left alone,
    Unseen, adore
    That righteous One,
    Who went before.

    When death's cold stream
    Shall round us pour,
    Then think on Him,
    Who went before.

    None e'er should faint,
    Who seek that shore,
    Or make complaint,—
    Christ went before.

  13. An Exhortation to Patience

    by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

    It is a thorny path we tread,
    Where disappointments come;
    Then we are mingled with the dead,
    And cover'd in the tomb.

    Our fondest hopes are blighted here,
    For earth is not our home;
    Then o'er frail life we drop a tear,
    And welcome then the tomb.

    To-day the sun is bright and clear,
    To morrow clouds may come;
    Yet though no change to us appear,
    We are hastening to the tomb.

    Look then on life as lent awhile,
    To gain a heavenly home,
    Where Jesus meets us with a smile,
    Who once perfum'd the tomb.

    For us a crown of thorns He wore,
    His soul was fill'd with gloom,
    Then led believers evermore,
    To triumph o'er the tomb.

    When to the cross His hands were nail'd,
    And the dread hour was come,
    His glorious mission never fail'd,
    He conquer'd then the tomb.

    Then let us wait with patience here,
    Our Conqueror soon will come;
    The trump shall sound, the dead shall hear,
    And live beyond the tomb.

    When time is done with us below,
    Our souls can never die,
    But will partake of joy or woe,
    Beyond the human eye.

    – Eliza & Sarah Wolcott
    "Love Is The Fulfilling Of The Law"

    The Son of God, whose blood was spilt
    To wash our sins away,
    Was a great sacrifice for guilt,
    Which we could never pay.

    – Eliza & Sarah Wolcott
    The Time Is Short
  14. The Good Shepherd

    by D. N. Howe

    There were ninety and nine
    Of a flock, sleek and fine
    In a sheltering cote in the vale;
    But a lamb was away,
    On the mountain astray,
    Unprotected within the safe pale.

    Then the sleet and the rain
    On the mountain and plain,
    And the wind fiercely blowing a gale,
    And the night's growing dark,
    And the wolf's hungry bark
    Stir the soul of the shepherd so hale.

    And he says, "Hireling, go;
    For a lamb's in the snow
    And exposed to the wild hungry beast;
    'Tis no time to keep seat,
    Nor to rest weary feet,
    Nor to sit at a bounteous feast."

    Then the hireling replied,
    "Here you have at your side
    All your flock save this one little sheep.
    Are the ninety and nine,
    All so safe and so fine,
    Not enough for the shepherd to keep?"

    Then the shepherd replied,
    "Ah! this lamb from my side
    Presses near, very near, to my heart.
    Not its value in pay
    Makes me urge in this way,
    But the longings and achings of heart."

    "Let me wait till the day,
    O good shepherd, I pray;
    For I shudder to go in the dark
    On the mountain so high
    And its precipice nigh
    'Mong the wolves with their frightening bark."

    Then the shepherd said, "No;
    Surely some one must go
    Who can rescue my lamb from the cold,
    From the wolf's hungry maw
    And the lion's fierce paw
    And restore it again to the fold."

    Then the shepherd goes out
    With his cloak girt about
    And his rod and his staff in his hand.
    What cares he for the cold
    If his sheep to the fold
    He can bring from the dark mountain land?

    You can hear his clear voice
    As the mountains rejoice,
    "Sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep!"
    Up the hillside so steep,
    Into caverns so deep,
    "Sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep!"

    Now he hears its weak "baa,"
    And he answers it, "Ah!
    Sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep!"
    Then its answering bleat
    Hurries on his glad feet,
    And his arms gather up his lost sheep.

    Wet and cold on his breast
    The lost lamb found its rest
    As he bore it adown to the fold.
    And the ninety and nine
    Bleat for joy down the line,
    That it's safe from the wolf and the cold.

    Then he said to his friends,
    "Now let joy make amends
    For the steeps and the deeps I have crossed—
    For the pelting of sleet
    And my sore, weary feet,
    For I've found the dear lamb that was lost."

    Let the hirelings upbraid
    For the nights that He stayed
    On the mountains so rugged and high.
    Surely never a jeer
    From my lips shall one hear,
    For—that poor lonely lambkin—was—I.

    While the eons shall roll
    O'er my glad ransomed soul
    I will praise the Good Shepherd above,
    For a place on His breast,
    For its comfort and rest,
    For His wonderful, wonderful love.

  15. The Hem of His Garment

    by William Henry Dawson

    While the throng pressed closely upon Him,
    And all were so anxious to see
    The Man who was born in Bethlehem—
    Who'd walked on the blue Galilee—
    The Savior turned quickly about, and
    Inquired of the great surging throng,
    "Who touched me?" "Who hath put forth a hand?"
    For out from me virtue hath gone.

    It was not the hem of His garment
    That made the poor sick woman whole.
    There was nothing whate'er in His raiment
    That could comfort a poor sin-sick soul.
    'Twas the touch of the life within Him;
    'Twas the touch of His love-filled soul;
    'Twas His love that discovered her sin;
    'Twas redemption that made her whole.

  16. The Lamb

    by William Blake

    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee,
    Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
    By the stream and o'er the mead;
    Gave thee clothing of delight
    Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
    Gave thee such a tender voice,
    Making all the vales rejoice?
    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee?

    Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
    Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
    He is called by thy name,
    For He calls Himself a Lamb.
    He is meek, and He is mild;
    He became a little child.
    I a child, and thou a lamb,
    We are called by His name.
    Little Lamb, God bless thee!
    Little Lamb, God bless thee.

  17. E Tenebris

    by Oscar Wilde

    Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,
    For I am drowning in a stormier sea
    Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
    The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
    My heart is as some famine-murdered land
    Whence all good things have perished utterly,
    And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
    If I this night before God’s throne should stand.
    ‘He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
    Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
    From morn to noon on Carmel’s smitten height.’
    Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night,
    The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
    The wounded hands, the weary human face.

  18. Sheep and Lambs

    by Katharine Tynan Hinkson

    All in the April morning,
    April airs were abroad;
    The sheep with their little lambs
    Pass'd me by on the road.

    The sheep with their little lambs
    Pass'd me by on the road;
    All in an April evening
    I thought on the Lamb of God.

    The lambs were weary, and crying
    With a weak human cry;
    I thought on the Lamb of God
    Going meekly to die.

    Up in the blue, blue mountains
    Dewy pastures are sweet:
    Rest for the little bodies,
    Rest for the little feet.

    Rest for the Lamb of God
    Up on the hill-top green;
    Only a cross of shame
    Two stark crosses between.

    All in the April evening,
    April airs were abroad;
    I saw the sheep with their lambs,
    And thought on the Lamb of God.

  19. Forgiveness

    by Eliza Down

    Oh, come and kiss the bleeding feet,
    Nailed to the shameful tree!
    Come in your chains of guilt and sin,
    Come in your misery,
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

    Come, and your hearts of stone shall melt,
    To think such love should be
    So long despised, so long denied,—
    Sinner, He cares for thee!
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

    The new pure heart shall Christ bestow,
    Oh, taste His liberty!
    Pardon and peace He giveth you
    His joy your own shall be,
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

    Oh, kiss with tears the bleeding feet
    Nailed to the shameful tree!
    Come men, come women, stained with sin,
    Slaves sold to infamy,
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

  20. Forgiveness

    by Mary Ann Hanmer Dodd

    When the last lesson Jesus taught,
    We in our hearts would shrine,
    How are we moved with love so deep,
    Forgiveness so divine.
    We see him nailed upon the cross,
    Cold with the dew of death,
    Imploring pardon for his foes,
    With his fast failing breath.

    Saviour! to thee we trusting come; Look from thy throne above!
    Teach us to meekly imitate,
    Thy pure and holy love.
    However coldly, deeply wronged,
    Be our petition too,
    "Father, forgive the sinful ones,
    They know not what they do!"

  21. At Night

    by Kate Louise Wheeler

    At night when all the world is still,
    And stars in glory shine,
    There comes to earth a whisper sweet
    Of peace and love divine.

    And gazing upward to the sky,
    Where million lights appear,
    We seem to see the heaven beyond,
    And feel that Christ is near.

    The weary day is past and gone,
    The angels sing again
    Of glory to the God on high
    And "Peace, good will toward men."

    We seem to hear beyond the night
    The music soft and sweet;
    And laying all our burdens down,
    We rest at Jesus' feet.

    Our trusting hearts and hope of heaven
    Have banished doubt and care,
    And Christ is waiting to forgive,—
    To answer every prayer.

    This love immortal is our guide,
    And shorter seems the way;
    Beyond the stars and night of earth
    Is home and endless day.

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