Classic Poem

As I was going to Bethlehem town
Upon the earth I cast me down
All underneath a tree,
That whispered in this wise to me:
"Oh! I shall stand on Calvary
And bear what burthen saveth thee!"

As up I fared to Bethlehem town
I met a shepherd coming down,
And thus he quoth: "A wondrous sight
Hath spread before mine eyes this night.
An angel host most fair to see,
That sang full sweetly of a tree
That shall uplift on Calvary
What burthen saveth you and me."

And as I got to Bethlehem town,
Lo, Wise Men came and brought the crown,
And while the Infant smiling slept
Upon their knees they fell and wept;
But with her Babe upon her knee
Naught recked that mother of the tree
That should uplift on Calvary
What burthen saveth all and me.

Again I walk in Bethlehem town,
And think on Him that wears the crown.
I may not kiss His feet again,
Nor worship Him as I did then;
My King hath died upon the tree
And hath outpoured on Calvary
What Blood redeemeth you and me!