If Thou, Lord God, willest to judge
This, Thy very piteous clay
Which to save Christ did not grudge
His last dying, I shall say:
Lord, I interpose Christ’s death
‘Twixt these children and Thy wrath.
Then if Thou shouldst say: Their shame
Is as scarlet in Mine eyes–
I shall ask : Who took their blame?
Look, Lord, on this Sacrifice!
Is Thy Son’s blood not more bright
Which hath washed their scarlet white?
Then, if Thou Thy wrath should’st keep
And Thy gaze should’st still avert
From Thy Son’s most piteous sheep,
I shall ask : Who bare the hurt?
I Present Christ’s death and Pain
‘Twixt Thine anger and these men.
Lord, they die by millions
And they look to Thee–take thought!–
This dear flock, that is Thy Son’s,
By the richest ransom bought.
See, Thy dead Son lies between,
Thee, the High judge, and their sin.
(Katharine Tynan)
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