Lame at the Beautiful Gate [pp. 783-786]

LAME A T THE BEAUTIF UL GA TE.
Oh the sweetness of that moment'- that delight as keen as
pain!
Like a thrill of fire it seared me, made my senses reel;
But my pulses soon throbbed gladly as with new blood in each
vein,
And up I sprang exultant, with a bound like tested steel.
How I danced and laughed and shouted in the joyance of my
glee,
Till the dazed multitude fell back before my flight.
Stiff of neck and stubborn, they who set Barabbas free,
Signs and wonders might appal them, but they saw not
the light.
Praise for aye to Great Jehovah!-praised be aye the Three in
One!
To the Lamb all spotless, O hosanna yet and yet!
And the glory of old Zion is the Maid who calls him Son,
The peerless Child of Judah, whose star shall never set!
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