1846

Thou child of Man, fall down With contrite heart and low; Inheritor by fleshly birth Of exile, death, and woe. Thou child of Man, rejoice! The righteous One hath died: Behold by faith thy seals of Love, His hands, His feet, His side! Thou child of Man, that Blood Upon thy doors we trace: The symbol of that mighty Cross We stamp upon thy face. Servant of God, go forth Clad in thy Saviour's name; Like Him thou must endure the Cross, Like Him despise the shame. Servant of God, hope on Through tempests and through tears: The pillar of His presence see, Lighting the waste of years. Servant of God, farewell! The bed of death is made: Go, with His glorious countenance To cheer thee through the shade. Servant of God, all hail! The bright--haired army waits: And greeting angels round thy path Throng from the jasper gates. ``Servant of God, well done!'' The judgment is His own:-- Pass to the Inner Light, and sit With Him upon His throne.