At His Execution
a poem by Rudyard Kipling
I am made all things to all men—
Hebrew, Roman, and Greek—
In each one’s tongue I speal,
Suiting to each my word,
That some may be drawn to the Lord!
I am made all things to all men—
In City or Wilderness
Praising the crafts they profess
That some may be drawn to the Lord—
By any means to my Lord!
Since I was overcome
By that great Light and Word,
I have forgot or forgone
The self men call their own
(Being made all things to all men)
So that I might save some
At such small price, to the Lord,
As being all things to all men.
I was made all things to all men,
But now my course is done—
And now is my reward…
Ah, Christ, when I stand at Thy Throne
With those I have drawn to the Lord,
Restore me my self again!
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