The Burden and the Cross
Dublin Core
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We bear along our toilsome way
A burden taken at the birth;
How deeply, sadly, none may say,It baws the wearer down to earth!
'Tis written, like the prophet's scroll,All sighs without, all woes within,
It lays upon the fainting soulThe grievous malison of sin.
Go where we may, it goes with us;
At home, abroad, or well, or ill;
In mirth, in joy, the constant curseIs woven with existence still.
It shames us in the open mart;It dyes our cheek in secret hour;
It sits, a vulture, on the heart,And tortures with unsparing power.
There is no peace around the board,
Though heaped with meats and crowned with wine;
There is no peace where Heaven hath storedFor man, domestic bliss, divine.
There is no peace in balmy sleep;No angel there to bid it seem
Like Eden, where immortals keepWatch o'er the lips of those that dream.
To madness urged, we leave our home,
God knows with what disturbed intent
To crush reflection as we roam, -To wander till his grace is spent!
Yet vain to us the painted fields,Or vallies smiling with the sheaf;
The roadside flower no sweetness yieldsTo journeyers in guilt and grief.
Across the desert lies the way
To that high place of fearful name, -
We choose it, and, regardless, strayTo Sinai's awful mount of flame.
The tenfold trumpet, waxing loudAnd louder, warns the sinner thence
How may he shun - the lost, the proud,The law that slays for one offence!
Shall we, with CHRISTIAN, take the path
Which points, as worldlings deem, to loss, -
But leading from impending wrath,That brings the Pilgrim to the Cross?
O, we may travel folly's road,Bowed with our burden to despair, -
Yet never, NEVER drop the load,'Till taught by grace, we leave it there!
How many painful steps he took!
What heavy groanings rent his breast!
'Till casting on "that slight" a look,At once he found relief and rest.
And thus 'tis ever with the heartThat turns aside to solace, vain;
It cannot with its anguish part,The guilt and burden must remain.
O God! when finding out the cheat
Of this delusive world below -
We turn away our weary feet,And to the Cross with weeping go, -
How blest to feel, while gazing, allThat weighed our spirit down before,
Loosed by thy love, forever fallWhere Mercy ne'er shall see it more!
And such was I, and such am I;
Once sorely burdened, now released; -
Who could not from his anguish fly,Whose efforts but the load increased;
'Till taught by Him to lay it down,To Him, thought, love and will resign -
I choose my Lord should wear the crown;What is my will? - O Christ, 'tis thine!
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