Poems About "Christianity"

Though the road be rough and stormy,
trackless as the foaming see,
thou hast trod this way before me,
and I gladly follow Thee.

Though 'tis lone and dark and dreary,
cheerless though my path may be,
if Thy voice I hear...

Only blood could wash away sin,
And so we put on altars, the blood of beasts.
Only blood could wash away sin,
And yet this blood was never fit.
Only blood could wash away sin,
And so He gave us His only kin.
Only His blood...