W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
St. John in PatmosElizabeth Surr
And murmuring washed the rocky shore of that lone island wild;
Where unto him whom Jesus loved, “such views sublime were given,
That e’en the land of exile shone the very gate of heaven!”
At the last supper’s solemn feast his weary head found rest;
One “like unto the Son of Man,” all glorious to behold,
Arrayed in robes of dazzling light, and girt with purest gold.
Not tearful now as when He trod this world of sin and shame;
His countenance was as the sun, His voice was as the sound
Of many waters murmuring deep in harmony profound.
How gently deigned the Prince of life His servant’s fears to quell!
And gave him strength to see His face, whom highest heavens adore,
The Lord, who “liveth and was dead,” and lives for evermore!
He saw the land of love and light—the home of the redeemed;
He stood by life’s resplendent stream, whose tide in music rolled
Throughout the holy city’s length among its streets of gold.
Go up like incense unto Him that sat upon the throne;
And the pure strains by seraphs sung in that celestial sphere,
In sweetest cadence rose and fell upon his listening ear.
He saw the countless multitudes, arrayed in saintly white;
He marked them with their waving palms, in worship bending low,
Before the feet of Him who smil’d beneath the emerald bow.
The sun-bright forms, the brilliant eyes, which tears may never dim,
The healing trees, the fadeless flowers, the harpings of the blest,
In splendid vision to his soul revealed the promised rest.
And gained the martyr’s crown, for he the martyr’s suffering bore;
Long since his happy feet have stood within his Father’s home;
Yet still the mighty voice he heard, with ceaseless cry saith “Come”!
As when in Patmos’ dreary isle it cheered the exile there!
And hark! the Spirit and the Bride repeat, in mercy still,
That he who is athirst may drink—yea whosoever will!
And so obey that when, at last, from yonder radiant sphere
The heavenly bridegroom shall descend, to claim His own again,
We may lift up our hearts and say, “Lord, even so, Amen!”