Christ's Restraint - Richard Chenevix Trench

He might have reared a palace at a word,

Who sometimes had not where to lay his head:

Time was, and He who nourished crowds with bread

Would not one meal unto Himself afford:

Twelve legions girded with angelic sword

Were at his beck, the scorned and buffeted:

He healed another's scratch, his own side bled,

Side, feet, and hands, with cruel piercings gored.

Oh wonderful the wonders left undone!

And scarce less wonderful than those He wrought;

Oh self-restraint, passing all human thought,

To have all power, and be as having none;

Oh self-denying Love, which felt alone

For needs of others, never for its own!