Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Holy Week


What language shall I borrow to thank Thee dearest friend
for this thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me mine forever and should I fainting be
Lord, let me never,never outlive my love to Thee.

(anon, from the hymn O Sacred Head Now Wounded.)

1 comment:

  1. Amen. Beautiful reminder during this reverent week. Thank you.

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