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Good Friday

March 25, 2016


    O MY chief good,
  How shall I measure out thy bloud?
  How shall I count what thee befell,
    And each grief tell?

    Shall I thy woes
  Number according to thy foes?
  Or, since one starre show’d thy first breath,
    Shall all thy death?

    Or shall each leaf,
  Which falls in Autumne, score a grief?
  Or cannot leaves, but fruit, be signe,
    Of the true vine?

    Then let each houre
  Of my whole life one grief devoure;
  That thy distresse through all may runne,
    And be my sunne.

    Or rather let
  My severall sinnes their sorrows get;
  That as each beast his cure doth know,
    Each sinne may so.

  SINCE bloud is fittest, Lord, to write
  Thy sorrows in, and bloudie fight;
  My heart hath store; write there, where in
  One box doth lie both ink and sinne:

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

  Sinne being gone, oh fill the place,
  And keep possession with thy grace;
  Lest sinne take courage and return,
  And all the writings blot or burn.

"Good Friday"

The Temple
George Herbert, The Works of George Herbert (London: George Routledge & Co., 1854), 31–32.


"The Crucifixion" By Andrea Mantegna, 1457-9 - The Yorck Project: 10.000 Meisterwerke der Malerei. DVD-ROM, 2002. ISBN 3936122202. Distributed by DIRECTMEDIA Publishing GmbH., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=154503

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