This poem is a paired consideration along with Hmn.
A solemn joy set Jesus on.
And if he wept for Lazarus
his clay,
how much more did the Trinity weep
when their ancient bond was sundered.
The Omniarch’s hand must have shook
as he poured out the payroll.
Even as the Christ will one day, with
sorrow and love, as the old song says,
one last time, judge for
heart breaking
propitiation.
Right, wrong, justice, grace
The world’s wages will be paid
The emnit cup be filled.
Joe Spring writes 