Mediation

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.