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At His Execution

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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Rudyard Kipling
1865-1936 / Male / English
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