Good Friday

Lord Jesus Christ, grown faint upon the Cross,
A sorrow beyond sorrow in Thy look,
The unutterable craving for my soul;
Thy love of me sufficed
To load upon Thee and make good my loss
In face of darkened heaven and earth that shook: —
In face of earth and heaven, take Thou my whole
Heart, O Lord Jesus Christ.
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