HAPPY EASTER

"The Sacrifice" by George Herbert

O all who pass by, behold and see;

Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree;

The tree of life to all, but only me:

Was ever grief like mine?

Lo, here I hang, charg'd with a world of sin,

The greater world o'th' two; for that came in

By words, but this by sorrow I must win:

Was ever grief like mine?

Such sorrow as, if sinful man could feel,

Or feel his part, he would not cease to knell.

Till all were melted, though he were all steel:

Was ever grief like mine?

But, O my God, my God! why leav'st thou me,

The son, in whom thou dost delight to be?

My God, my God ---

Never was grief liek mine.

Shame tears my soul, my body many a wound;

Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound;

Reproaches, which are free, while I am bound.

Was ever grief like mine?

Now heal thy self, Physician; now come down.

Alas! I did so, when I left my crown

And father's smile for you, to feel his frown:

Was ever grief like mine?