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.
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.