His Savior’s Words, Going to the Cross
Have, have ye no regard, all ye
Who pass this way, to pity me
Who am a man of misery?
A man both bruis’d, and broke, and one
Who suffers not here for mine own
But for my friends’ transgression?
Ah! Sion’s daughters, do not fear
The Cross, the Cords, the Nails, the Spear,
The Myrrh, the Gall, the Vinegar,
For Christ, your loving Savior, hath
Drunk up the wine of God’s fierce wrath;
Only, there’s left a little froth,
Less for to taste, than for to shew
What bitter cups had been your due,
Had He not drank them up for you.
[Robert Herrick]
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Christ had drunk the cups of ours
Had not been so would be sour
Our lives and all their tastes
Thanks to Him are much more laced
(my humble try
Correction: Thank to Him now can be laced
Kris: We attend Westminster PCA in Bryan, TX, and for our missions conference this year we made laminated placemats with a map of the world and photos of all of the missionaries we support. Just wanted you to know that our five-year-old picked you guys tonight for her prayer. She prayed that you would be healthy and have a trampoline. Hee hee. Maybe 1 for 2?
Thanks, Jessica. Please tell your daughter that we are healthy and we have a lovely garden swing, which is even better for us than a trampoline! 2 for 2.