AN ENIGMA.
That I’m in existence, I verily vow,
Though still I’m unknown to the wide world around,
From heaven’s supernal, expanding concave,
To hell’s dark, infernal and soundless profound.
Though still I’m unknown to the wide world around,
From heaven’s supernal, expanding concave,
To hell’s dark, infernal and soundless profound.
Though I am to all that’s angelic unknown,
With Christ, the great King, whom the Jews did despise,
A pilgrim, where’er he sojourn’d, I have trod
In poverty’s humblest, contemptuous guise.
With Christ, the great King, whom the Jews did despise,
A pilgrim, where’er he sojourn’d, I have trod
In poverty’s humblest, contemptuous guise.
Though once I was poor, now in riches I loll,
Yet me no depending admirers caress;
Through all tribulations I’ve carried my cross,
Still greatly rejoicing ’mid ev’ry distress.
Yet me no depending admirers caress;
Through all tribulations I’ve carried my cross,
Still greatly rejoicing ’mid ev’ry distress.
Mark! when from the wing of the light’ning, you hear
The great resurrection proclaim’d;—then in state,
Spreading dread in a chariot of thunder I’ll ride,
Attending on Christ to the doom-giving seat:
The great resurrection proclaim’d;—then in state,
Spreading dread in a chariot of thunder I’ll ride,
Attending on Christ to the doom-giving seat:
Then woe to the righteous who hear not my fame,
The wicked are pardoned who give me a name!
The wicked are pardoned who give me a name!
