Of The Love Of Christ Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEFFGGHIHHHIJJKD LMNNOOHIPQHIRRSTUUVV WWXXThe love of Christ poor I may touch upon | A |
But 'tis unsearchable O there is none | B |
Its large dimensions can comprehend | C |
Should they dilate thereon world without end | C |
When we had sinned in his zeal he swore | D |
That he upon his back our sins would bear | E |
And since unto sin is entailed death | F |
He vowed for our sins he'd lose his breath | F |
He did not only say vow or resolve | G |
But to astonishment did so involve | G |
Himself in man's distress and misery | H |
As for and with him both to live and die | I |
To his eternal fame in sacred story | H |
We find that he did lay aside his glory | H |
Stepped from the throne of highest dignity | H |
Became poor man did in a manger lie | I |
Yea was beholden unto his for bread | J |
Had of his own not where to lay his head | J |
Though rich he did for us become thus poor | K |
That he might make us rich for evermore | D |
Nor was this but the least of what he did | L |
But the outside of what he suffered | M |
God made his blessed son under the law | N |
Under the curse which like the lion's paw | N |
Did rent and tear his soul for mankind's sin | O |
More than if we for it in hell had been | O |
His cries his tears and bloody agony | H |
The nature of his death doth testify | I |
Nor did he of constraint himself thus give | P |
For sin to death that man might with him live | Q |
He did do what he did most willingly | H |
He sung and gave God thanks that he must die | I |
But do kings use to die for captive slaves | R |
Yet we were such when Jesus died to save's | R |
Yea when he made himself a sacrifice | S |
It was that he might save his enemies | T |
And though he was provoked to retract | U |
His blest resolves for such so good an act | U |
By the abusive carriages of those | V |
That did both him his love and grace oppose | V |
Yet he as unconcerned with such things | W |
Goes on determines to make captives kings | W |
Yea many of his murderers he takes | X |
Into his favour and them princes makes | X |
John Bunyan
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