The Inward Light

THAT which doth manifest the way is Light,
And God is Light, and Christ the chosen Way,
Who guides from darkness to eternal day,
From doubtful gropings to pure sense and sight.
The Light is Christ, who stripped Himself of might,
Forsook priority of place and sway,
Of erring mortals took the mould of clay
Though clothed in righteousness of stainless white.
For our offences hung upon the tree,
Bore all the infamy and bitter loss,
Endured the taunts and cruel reproaches hurled:
Stole from the tomb and shining secretly,
Illumines paths converging at the cross,
Enlightens every man in all the world.