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Household Verses

By Bernard Barton
  
  

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THE DESCENT FROM THE CROSS.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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THE DESCENT FROM THE CROSS.

WRITTEN TO ILLUSTRATE A PRINT FROM RUBENS'S CELEBRATED PICTURE.

“It is finished!”—John xix. 30.

It is finished!” All is done
As the Eternal Father willed;
Now his well-beloved Son
Hath His gracious word fulfilled:
Even he who runs may read
Here accomplished what was said,
That the woman's promised Seed
Yet should bruise the serpent's head!

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“It is finished!” Needs no more
Blood of heifer, goat, or ram;
Typical, in days of yore,
Of the one incarnate Lamb!
Lamb of God! for sinners slain,
Thou the curse of sin hast braved;
Braved and borne it—not in vain;
Thou hast died—and man is saved!
“It is finished!” Wrath of man
Here hath wrought, and done its worst;
Still subservient to His plan,
Greatest, Wisest, Last, and First!
God shall magnify His praise
By that very act of shame;
And, through hatred's hellish ways,
He shall glorify His name!
“It is finished!” From the tree
Where the Lord of life hath died,
His attendant mourners, see,
Gently lower The Crucified!

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With a sister's tender care,
With a more than brother's love,
Manhood, womanhood are there,
Truth's devotedness to prove.
“It is finished!” By the veil
Of the temple, rent in twain;
By the yet more fearful tale
Of the dead, up-risen again;
By that dense and darkened sky,
By each rent and rifted rock,
By that last expiring cry,
Heard amid the earthquake's shock!
“It is finished!” Bear away
To the garden-tomb its dead:
Boast not, Death! thy transient prey;
Watchers! vain your nightly tread;
Shining ones” are there, who wait
Till their Lord shall burst his prison,
To ascend in glorious state:—
It is finished!Christ hath risen.