Poems for the Easter Weekend

Published: April 12, 2020

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.

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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 calcin├Ęd thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.

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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.”

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