The Savior, What a Noble Flame

The Sav­ior

what a no­ble flame

Was kin­dled in His breast:

When hast­ing to Je­ru­sa­lem

He marched be­fore the rest!

Good-will to men and zeal to God

His ev­ery thought en­gross;

He longs to be bap­tized with blood

He pants to reach the cross.

With all His suf­fer­ings full in view

And woes

to us

un­known

Forth to the task His Spir­it flew

’Twas love that urged Him on.

Lord

we re­turn Thee what we can!

Our hearts shall sound abroad

Salvation

to the dy­ing Man

And to the ris­ing God!

And while Thy bleed­ing glo­ries here

Engage our won­der­ing eyes;

We learn our light­er cross to bear

And hast­en to the skies.