Christ's Pilgrimage

 CHRIST'S PILGRIMAGE
 by Hannah More Kohaus

God's messengers bore to earth one day
A spirit divine, enrobed in clay,
To be mankind's redeemer for aye,
And the angels called Him Jesus.

A babe in a manger cradle lay,
His bed lined only with sweet, clean hay,
But round his head shone a kingly ray,
And the wise men called Him Holy.

A man walked forth on the busy street,
Shod with the gospel of love his feet,
Mercy-deeds dropping and thrilling words sweet,
And the children called Him Father.

A soul was cruelly nailed to a cross, -
A heavenly gain but an earthly loss ;
As death was tinged with a radiant gloss,
And the people called Him Savior.

The heavens opened its own to recall;
The spirit then breathing a blessing on all,
Re-entered with joy the celestial hall,
And Jehovah called Him " Beloved."