Poems (Coolidge)/Good Friday

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

GOOD FRIDAY

O Saviour who for me this day
 The cruel cross didst bear,
Make real to me that 'twas my sin
 That helped to nail thee there.

Oh, teach me that the pains of death
 As man were truly thine;
So shall I know, I too may die,
 Upheld by strength divine.

If only I will follow close
 The print of wounded feet,
See hands outstretched in love for me,
 Before the mercy seat.