5.
“I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered
that there was none to uphold; therefore Mine own Arm
brought salvation.”
I gaze, and gazing tremble at the sight,
To see Thee, Who dost sit at God's right hand,
Bound by an impious rabble, thus to stand
Before Thy creature! Yet 'twas Thou this night,
In love and lowliness most infinite,
Didst kneel, to teach us this, love's last command,
And therefore now to Thee compulsion's band,
So grievous, is for our sakes sweet and light.
O strange fulfilment of the truths enroll'd
In scrolls of Prophets, and set forth of old
Through imaged types and shadows manifold!
Now these are set apart. Thyself I see
The mirror made of perfect liberty,
Thyself the living Type that teachest me.
