Verse 1
And didst Thou love the race
that loved not Thee?
And didst Thou take to heaven a
human brow?
Dost plead with man’s voice by the
Art Thou Kinsman now?
Verse 2
O God, O kinsman, loved, but not
enough!
O Man, with eyes majestic after [death!
Whose feet have toiled along our
pathways rough,
Whose lips drawn human breath!
Verse 3
By that one likeness which is ours
and Thine,
By that one nature which doth [hold us kin,
By that high heaven where, sinless,
Thou dost shine,
To draw us sinners in;
Verse 4
By Thy last silence in the judgement
hall,
By long foreknowledge of the [deadly tree,
By darkness, by the wormwood and
the gall,
I pray Thee visit me.
Verse 5
Come, lest this heart should, cold
and cast away,
Die e’er the Guest adored she [entertain-
Lest eyes that never saw Thine
earthly day
Should miss Thy heavenly reign.
Jean Ingelow.