Albrecht DürerGerman (1470-1528)
Knight Death and the Devil
The strong man in his armour
Thou mettest in Thy grace
Did'st spoil the mighty charmer
Of our unhappy race.
The chains of man, his victim,
Were loosened by Thy hand;
No evils that afflict him
Before Thy power could stand.
Disease, and death, and demon,
All fled before Thy word,
As darkness the dominion
Of day's returning lord!
The love that bore our burden
On the accursed tree,
Would give the heart its pardon,
And set the sinner free!
Love, that made Thee a mourner
In this sad world of woe,
Made wretched man a scorner
Of grace--that brought Thee low.
Still in Thee love's sweet savour
Shone forth in every deed,
And showed God's loving favour
To every soul in need.
JOHN NELSON DARBY (1800-1882)
Thou mettest in Thy grace
Did'st spoil the mighty charmer
Of our unhappy race.
The chains of man, his victim,
Were loosened by Thy hand;
No evils that afflict him
Before Thy power could stand.
Disease, and death, and demon,
All fled before Thy word,
As darkness the dominion
Of day's returning lord!
The love that bore our burden
On the accursed tree,
Would give the heart its pardon,
And set the sinner free!
Love, that made Thee a mourner
In this sad world of woe,
Made wretched man a scorner
Of grace--that brought Thee low.
Still in Thee love's sweet savour
Shone forth in every deed,
And showed God's loving favour
To every soul in need.
JOHN NELSON DARBY (1800-1882)
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