Poems (Coolidge)/Good Friday
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.
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.
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.
The print of wounded feet,
See hands outstretched in love for me,
Before the mercy seat.