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His Anthem To Christ On the Cross

by Robert Herrick, 1647

When I behold Thee, almost slain,
With one and all parts full of pain:
When I Thy gentle heart do see
Pierced through and dropping blood for me,
I’ll call, and cry out, thanks to Thee.

  Vers. But yet it wounds my soul to think
    That for my sin Thou, Thou must drink,
    Even Thou alone, the bitter cup
    Of fury and of vengeance up.

  Chor. Lord, I’ll not see Thee to drink all
    The vinegar, the myrrh, the gall:

Vers. Chor. But I will sip a little wine;
    Which done, Lord, say: The rest is Mine.

Published in Noble Numbers

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