BYZANTINE

They cry a match, they call a main,
They have no time to pause and see
How Thou art crucified again."

"O leave your game," St. Maudleyn said,
"And let the robe be whose it list,
But loose the hands that blessed my head,
Set free the feet that I have kissed."

As I walked by Sion wall
A wonder sight was in mine eyes,
How that Peter and John and Paul
By Calvary tree sat, casting dice.

* Jesus Christ, the same yesterday and to-day and for ever.

I SIT within My Father's house, the Lord God crucified, My feet upon the altar-stone set straitly side by side, My knees are mighty to uphold, My hands outstretched to bless, My eyelids are immutable to judge unrighteousness.

What though the bitter winds of war lay waste the house of prayer? They cannot shake My quiet robe nor stir My folded hair, I wrestled in Gethsemane, I cried and I was slain, Never, for any strife of men, to strive nor cry again.

I sit within My Father's house, with changeless face to see The shames and sins that turned away My Father's face from Me; Be not amazed for all these things, I bore them long ago That am from everlasting God, and was and shall be so.