He Descended to the Dead , Ephesians 4: 8 – 10
THE RENDEZVOUS
I hear bewitching music;
I hear light laughter gay:
The lights of play halls sparkle
Along the night’s white way:
But I’ve a rendezvous,
a rendezvous with death.
I see the gold that glitters,
And men who wield its power;
They strut the world in triumph
Through one brief shining hour:
But I’ve a rendezvous,
a rendezvous with death.
I hear great names recorded
Of bards and scientists;
The heroes wear their medals
Upon their buldging breasts:
But I’ve a rendezvous,
a rendezvous with death.
I hear the Christmas story
Of God who came to earth;
How death was robbed of power
Through that one holy birth:
Christ had a rendezvous,
a rendezvous with death.
O Christ I love thee only.
I’ll serve thee from this hour;
For thou hast met the conqueror
And shorn him of his power:
Thine was the rendezvous,
the rendezvous with death.
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