The Saviour, what a noble flame <br />Was kindled in his breast, <br />When hasting to Jerusalem, <br />He march'd before the rest. <br /> <br />Good will to men, and zeal for God, <br />His every thought engross; <br />He longs to be baptized with blood, <br />He pants to reach the cross! <br /> <br />With all His suffering full in view, <br />And woes to us unknown, <br />Forth to the task His spirit flew, <br />'Twas love that urged Him on. <br /> <br />Lord, we return Thee what we can: <br />Our hearts shall sound abroad, <br />Salvation to the dying Man, <br />And to the rising God! <br /> <br />And while Thy bleeding glories here <br />Engage our wondering eyes, <br />We learn our lighter cross to bear, <br />And hasten to the skies.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olney-hymn-28-jesus-hasting-to-suffer/
