The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-05-05
Volume 1, Number 26.
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The Crucifxion.

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City of God Jerusalem
Why rushes out thy living stream!
The turbaned priest, the hoary seer
The Roman in his pride there
And thousands, tens of thousands, still
Cluster round Calvary's wild hin
Still onward rolls the living tide,
There rush the bridegroom and the bride
Prince, beggar soldier, Pharisee,-
The old, the young, the bond thefreei
The nations furious multitude,
All maddening with the cry of blood.
Ills glorious morn from height to height
Shoot the keen arrows of the light;
And glorious, in their central shower,
Palace ofholiness and power,
The temple on Moriah's brow
Looks a new risen sun below.
But wo to the hill, and wo to the vale
Against them shall come forth wall
And wo to bridegroom and to bride
Fer death shall on the whirlwind ride
And wo to thee respondent shrine,
The sword is out for thee and thine.
Hide, hide thee in the heavens, thou SUM-
Before the deed of blood is done
Upon that temples naughty steep
Jerusaems last angels weep;
They see distinctions funeral pail
Blackening DER Sion's sacred WALL
Like tempests gathering on the Shore
They hear the coming army's roar;
They see in Sion's halls of state,
The Sign that maketh desolate-
The idol standard, pagan spear,
The tomb the fame, the massacre.
They see vengeance fall; the chain,
The long, long age of guilt and pain:
The exile's thousands desperate years,
The more than groans, the more than te&rsi
Jerusalem, vanished name
Its tribes earths warnings, scof and shame.
Still pours alorg the multitude,
Still rends the heavens the shout of blood;
But in the murderer's furious
Who totters on Aweary man;
A cross upon his shoulder bound
His brow, his Frame gushing wound
And now he treads on Calvary
What slave upon that hill must die?
What hand what heart, in guilt embrued,
Must be the mountain vulture's food?
There stand two victims gaunt and bare,
Two culprits embems of despair.
Yet who the third I? The yell of shame
Is phrensed at the sufferer name.
Hands cIenched, teeth crashing, vestures torn
The curse the taunt, the laugh of scOrn,
All that the dying hour sting,
Are round thee now, thou thorn-crownsd king!
Yet cursed and tortured, tainted, spurned
No wrath is for the wrath returned;
No vengeance flashes from the eye;
The Sufferer calmly waits to die;
The sceptre-reed, the thorny crown,
Wake on that paid brow no frown.
AT last the word of death is given,
The form is bound, the nails are driven
Now triumph, Scribe and pharisse
Now Roman, bend the knocking knee
The cross is reared The deed is done,
There stands Messiah's earthly throne
This was the earth's consummate hour
For this hath blazed the prophets power
For this hath swept the conquerors swords
Hath ravaged, raised, cast down. restored
Persepolis Rome, Babylon,
For this ye sank, for this ye shone.
Yet things to which earth's brightest beam
We're darkness-earth itself dream.
Foreheads Which shall crowns be laid
Sublime, when sun and star fade
Worlds upon worlds, eternal things,
Hung on thy anguish, King of kings!
Still from his lip no curse has come,
His lofty eye has looked no doom
No earthquake burst. no angel brand,
Crushes the black, disappearing band
What say those lips by anguish riven!
God, be my nurderers forgiven
He dies in whose high victory,
The s,aver. Death himself shall die;
Hedies by whose all conquering tread
Shall vet be crushed the serpent's head
From his proud throne to darkness hurled,
The god and tempter of this world
He dies Creations awful Lord
Jehovah, Christ, Eternal word
To come in thunder from the skies
To bid the buried world arise
The earth his footstool heaven his throno5
Redeemer may thy viii be done.