Poem Rudyard Kipling

At His Execution

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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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