When Jesus, by the Virgin brought, <br />So runs the law of Heaven, <br />Was offer'd holy to the Lord, <br />And at the altar given; <br /> <br />Simeon the Just and the Devout, <br />Who, frequent in the fane, <br />Had for the Saviour waited long, <br />But waited still in vain. <br /> <br />Come, Heaven, directed, at the hour <br />When Mary held her Son; <br />He stretched forth his aged arms, <br />While tears of gladness run. <br /> <br />With holy joy upon his face <br />The good old father smiled, <br />While fondly in his wither'd arms <br />He clasped the promised Child. <br /> <br />And then he lifted up to Heaven <br />An earnest asking eye; <br />My joy is full, my hour is come, <br />Lord, let thy servant die. <br /> <br />At last my arms embrace my Lord, <br />Now let their vigour cease; <br />At last my eyes my Saviour see, <br />Now let them close in peace! <br /> <br />The star and glory of the land <br />Hath now begun to shine; <br />The morning that shall gild the globe <br />Breaks on these eyes of mine!<br /><br />John Logan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-viii-when-jesus-by-the-virgin-brought/
