Christ Crucified Poem by Richard Crashaw

Christ Crucified

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THY restless feet now cannot go
   For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
   They swim, alas! in their own flood?

Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
   Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
   It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!

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A worthless means to have a nervous System International mocked to the epigenesis of a signature unknown by the practical of a Doctor whose Supreme Court energy sources have to be a recognition of her school of appropriate etiquette.

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Rajnish Manga 12 September 2017

The love and hope will always be there for those who have faith in their hearts. Thanks. Yet will Thy hand still giving be; It gives, but O, itself's the gift!

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