Friday, April 10, 2009

dearest friend

O sacred Head
now wounded,
with grief and shame
weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thine only crown:
how pale thou art
with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once
was bright as morn!

What thou, my Lord,
has suffered
was all for sinners' gain;
mine was the transgression,
but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
'Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favor,
vouchsafe to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?

O make me thine forever;
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love for thee.

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2 Comment:

At 4/10/2009 1:18 PM, Blogger Cora had this to say ...

Simply beautiful.

At 4/11/2009 1:57 PM, Blogger Kim had this to say ...

Thank you, Jesus.


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