The Flesh

‘Sweet, thou art pale.’ ‘More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father’s wrath for me.’

‘Sweet, thou art sad.’ ‘Beneath a rod More heavy, Christ for my sake trod The winepress of the wrath of God.’

‘Sweet, thou art weary.’ ‘Not so Christ: Whose mighty love of me sufficed For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.’

‘Sweet, thou art footsore.’ ‘If I bleed, 10 His feet have bled; yea in my need His Heart once bled for mine indeed.’