See him coming! See them gather
At his feet;
As the image of his Father,
Him they greet
With their branches and their plaudits,
As is meet.
Here a blind one, there a cripple,
Hither led;
By the constant human ripple,
Kindly sped.
See the leprous, the demented,—
And the dead!
Pleading negro, stately Roman,
Lovely Greek,—
Fearing each the last great foeman,—
Him they seek,
Who the healing word of power
Now will speak.
Crowd may cry and priest may baffle;
But the Lord
Sees in Life no aimless raffle;
And His word
Sets atune the mortal tumult,
By Truth's chord.
