Should pay the ransom wherewith we were priced;
And none could name a darker infamy
Than that a god was spit upon,—enticed
By those he came to save, to the accursèd tree,—
For this I know that Christ indeed is Christ.
THE SONG OF A HEATHEN
(SOJOURNING IN GALILEE, A. D. 32)
I
If Jesus Christ is a man,—
And only a man,—I say
That of all mankind I cleave to him,
And to him will I cleave alway.
II
If Jesus Christ is a God,—
And the only God,—I swear
I will follow Him through heaven and hell,
The earth, the sea, and the air!
HOLY LAND
This is the earth he walked on; not alone
That Asian country keeps the sacred stain;
Ah, not alone the far Judæan plain,
Mountain and river! Lo, the sun that shone
On him, shines now on us; when day is gone
The moon of Galilee comes forth again
And lights our path as his; an endless chain
Of years and sorrows makes the round world one.
The air we breathe, he breathed—the very air
That took the mold and music of his high
