Good Friday Evening

“Bring forth the Spear.”

No Cherub’s heart or hand for us might ache, No Seraph’s heart of fire had half sufficed: Thine own were pierced and broken for our sake, O Jesus Christ.

Therefore we love Thee with our faint good-will, We crave to love Thee not as heretofore. To love Thee much, to love Thee more, and still More and yet more.

“A bundle of myrrh is my Well-beloved unto me.”

Thy Cross cruciferous doth flower in all And every cross, dear Lord, assigned to us: Ours lowly-statured crosses; Thine how tall, Thy Cross cruciferous.

Thy Cross alone life-giving, glorious: For love of Thine, souls love their own when small, Easy and light, or great and ponderous.

Since deep calls deep, Lord, hearken when we call; When cross calls Cross racking and emulous:— Remember us with him who shared Thy gall, Thy Cross cruciferous.