Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Arthur Penrhyn Stanley 181581Teach Us to Die
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Go, gaze with steadfast eye
On dark Gethsemane
Or darker Calvary,
Where through each lingering hour
The Lord of grace and power,
Most lowly and most high,
Has taught the Christian how to die.
His long last prayer he pray’d,
When on the cross to heaven
His parting spirit was given,
He show’d that to fulfil
The Father’s gracious will,
Not asking how or why,
Alone prepares the soul to die.
No anxious cry for life;
By scoff and torture torn,
He speaks not scorn for scorn;
Calmly forgiving those
Who deem themselves his foes,
In silent majesty
He points the way at peace to die.
In memories of the past;
Glad at the parting meal
In lowly tasks to kneel;
Still yearning to the end
For mother and for friend;
His great humility
Loves in such acts of love to die.
A wider thought arose,
Along his path of gloom,
Thought for his country’s doom;
Athwart all pain and grief,
Thought for the contrite thief:
The far-stretch’d sympathy
Lives on when all beside shall die.
The world is still his own;
The realm of deathless truth
Still breathes immortal youth;
Sure, though in shuddering dread,
That all is finished,
With purpose fix’d and high
The friend of all mankind must die.
Of slowly-ebbing powers;
By those deep lessons heard
In each expiring word;
By that unfailing love
Lifting the soul above,
When our last end is nigh,
So teach us, Lord, with thee to die.