Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The Defection of the Disciples

4047961Zinzendorff and Other PoemsThe Defection of the Disciples1836Lydia Huntley Sigourney


THE DEFECTION OF THE DISCIPLES.

"Then all the disciples forsook him and fled."—St. Matthew.

Fled!—and from whom? The Man of woe
    Who in Gethsemane had felt
Such pangs as bade the blood-drops flow
    And the crushed heart with anguish melt?
They who were gathered round his board,
    Partook his love, beheld his power,
Saw the sick healed, the dead restored,
    Fail'd they to watch one fearful hour?

All fled? Yet one there was who laid
    His head upon that sacred breast,
By Friendship's holy ardor made
    A cherished, an illustrious guest;
One too, who walked with Christ the wave
    When the mad sea confessed his sway,
And strangely sealed her gaping grave,—
    Fled these forgetfully away?


Yes.—All forsook the Master's side
    When foes and dangers clustered round,
And when in bitterness he cried,
    'Mid the dread garden's awful bound,
Yet knew they not how near him stood
    The host of Heaven, a guardian train,
Deploring man's ingratitude,
    And wondering at his Saviour's pain.

Oh! ye, whose hearts in secret bleed
    O'er transient Hope, like morning dew,
O'er friendship faithless in your need,
    Or love to all its vows untrue,
Who shrink from Persecution's rod
    Or slander's fang, or Treachery's tone,
Look meekly to the Son of God,
    And in his griefs forget your own.

Forsaken are ye?—so was he,—
    Reviled?—yet check the vengeful word,—
Rejected?—should the servant be
    Exalted o'er his suffering Lord?
Nor deem that Heaven's omniscient eye
    Is e'er regardless of your lot,—
Deluded man from God may fly,
    But when was man by God forgot?