2.
“He shall see of the travail of His soul, and shall be satisfied.”
“Father, not Mine own will, but Thine be done,”
Thrice spoken, and in speaking thrice fulfill'd;
And so whate'er the Human nature will'd
Is lost in the Divine, and made all one,
In perfect love and perfect union:
The o'errunning cup is drain'd, no drop is spill'd,
Each thought in perfect resignation still'd:
The beatific crown for us is won,—
The Manhood join'd to Godhead. Thus to grieve!
Thus even from a creature to receive
One gleam of consolation sent from heaven,
One drop to lighten that o'erwhelming cup,
Or strengthen the weak Hand that raises up
The bitter chalice,—which to us is given!
