Something About Jesus
Worried, and worn, and weary, a busy one sought his bed,
Alone in his silent chamber, he buried his throbbing head:
Life's cares in a moment vanished, while a sunbeam seemed to trace
Bright thoughts on the mind's clear tablet, messages full of grace,
"Something about the Saviour," gilding that furrowed face.
"Something about the Saviour," a tempted one seemed to say,
As he opened the Good Old Volume at the dawn of a dreaded day;
He read till the clouded future with a golden rift grew bright;
I looked o'er his bended shoulder, and found the radiant light,
"Something about the Saviour," ending the darkened night.
"Something about the Saviour," an anxious one sadly sighed,
As he went to the place of meeting; but the preacher was full of pride,
And, soaring on borrowed pinions, was lost in a misty cloud:
So the worldly ears were tickled, and praises were high and loud,
But nothing about the Savi...