1846 Poem by Henry Alford

Thou child of Man, fall down
With contrite heart and low;
Inheritor by fleshly birth
Of exile, death, and woe.

Thou child of Man, rejoice!
The righteous One hath died:
Behold by faith thy seals of Love,
His hands, His feet, His side!

Thou child of Man, that Blood
Upon thy doors we trace:
The symbol of that mighty Cross
We stamp upon thy face.

Servant of God, go forth
Clad in thy Saviour's name;
Like Him thou must endure the Cross,
Like Him despise the shame.

Servant of God, hope on
Through tempests and through tears:
The pillar of His presence see,
Lighting the waste of years.

Servant of God, farewell!
The bed of death is made:
Go, with His glorious countenance
To cheer thee through the shade.

Servant of God, all hail!
The bright--haired army waits:
And greeting angels round thy path
Throng from the jasper gates.

``Servant of God, well done!''
The judgment is His own:--
Pass to the Inner Light, and sit
With Him upon His throne.