23 October 2009

The Son (from A Litanie)

The Son



O Son of God, who seeing two things,
Sin, and death crept in, which were never made,
By bearing one, tried'st with what stings
The other could thy heritage invade;
O be thou nail'd unto my heart,
And crucified again,
Part not from it, though it from thee would part,
But let it be, by applying so thy pain,
Drown'd in thy blood, and in thy passion slain.

  • John Donne, Part II, from A Litanie