 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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CHRIST TO THE VICTIM-TREE.
Soon, but not alone to die,
Kinsman Tree,
Limbed and leafless must thou lie,
Doomed, alas, for Me;
Yea, for Me, as I for all,
Must thou first a victim fall.
Kinsman Tree,
Limbed and leafless must thou lie,
Doomed, alas, for Me;
Yea, for Me, as I for all,
Must thou first a victim fall.
Thou for me the bitter fruit
Loth to bear,
Must of Death's accursed root
Shame reluctant share.
Thus the Father's will divine
Seals thy fate to compass Mine.
Loth to bear,
Must of Death's accursed root
Shame reluctant share.
Thus the Father's will divine
Seals thy fate to compass Mine.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |