The Flesh
‘Sweet, thou art pale.’‘More pale to see,Christ hung upon the cruel treeAnd bore His Father’s wrath for me.’
‘Sweet, thou art sad.’‘Beneath a rodMore heavy, Christ for my sake trodThe winepress of the wrath of God.’
‘Sweet, thou art weary.’‘Not so Christ:Whose mighty love of me sufficedFor Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.’
‘Sweet, thou art footsore.’‘If I bleed, 10His feet have bled; yea in my needHis Heart once bled for mine indeed.’