Classic Poem

Tis done the world has vanished Christ remains
The only sure the only lasting trust
Look see its smouldering fire the iron chains
Are broke that bound my spirit to the dust
A life of love henceforth my sole employ
The Father's love in him so freely shown
Come hasten on and share with me the joy
That only from the cross by blood has flown
The joy I share to all is freely given
Who live the life he led on earth before
Come and e'en here thou hast the bliss of heaven
The robe put on the wedding robe he wore
And thou shalt be accepted at his feast
Nor fail of much he loveth e'en the least.