Good Friday by George Herbert

Since blood is fittest, Lord to write
Thy sorrows in, and bloody fight;
My heart hath store, write there, where in
One box doth lie both ink and sin:

That when sin spies so many foes,
Thy whips, thy nails, thy wounds, thy woes
All come to lodge there, sin may say,
‘No room for me’, and fly away.

Read more…

Easter by George Herbert

Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may’st rise:
That, as his death calcinèd thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.

Read more…

Old Testament Gospel by William Cowper

The Lamb, the Dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,
Whose blood of matchless worth
Whould be the soul’s defence;
For he who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of His own.

The scape-goat on his head
The people’s trespass bore,
And to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more:
In him our surety seem’d to say,
“Behold, I bear your sins away.”

Read more...