To a Picture, Representing the Shepherd of Jerusalem at the Summit of Calvary.
Shepherd, on the verdant hillside,
Where thy flock roamed at their will,
Did'st thou view afar the Savior,
Bleeding on dark Calvary's hill?
Did'st thou see the mother kneeling,
At his cross with glory crowned?
Though the agonies of death,
Racked the human life within,
Oh! Earth, Oh! Earth, for thee was given,
This sacrifice for sin.
Where thy flock roamed at their will,
Did'st thou view afar the Savior,
Bleeding on dark Calvary's hill?
Did'st thou see the mother kneeling,
At his cross with glory crowned?
Though the agonies of death,
Racked the human life within,
Oh! Earth, Oh! Earth, for thee was given,
This sacrifice for sin.
Oh! would there were a pen could trace,
In letters of immortal flame,
The agony of that last night,
In dark'ning Gethsemane.
Oh! would there were a master hand,
To Earth by Heaven given,
To paint the glory of that hour,
When Jesus entered Heaven.
In letters of immortal flame,
The agony of that last night,
In dark'ning Gethsemane.
Oh! would there were a master hand,
To Earth by Heaven given,
To paint the glory of that hour,
When Jesus entered Heaven.
