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THE FLESH “SWEET, thou art pale.”
“More pale to see, | |
| Christ hung upon the cruel tree | |
| And bore his Father’s wrath for me.” | |
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“Sweet, thou art sad.”
“Beneath a rod | |
| More heavy Christ for my sake trod | 5 |
| The wine-press of the wrath of God.” | |
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“Sweet, thou art weary.”
“Not so Christ: | |
| Whose mighty love of me sufficed | |
| For strength, salvation, eucharist.” | |
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“Sweet, thou art footsore.”
“If I bleed, | 10 |
| His feet have bled: yea, in my need | |
| His heart once bled for mine indeed.” | |
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THE WORLD “Sweet, thou art young.”
“So he was young | |
| Who for my sake in silence hung | |
| Upon the cross with passion wrung.” | 15 |
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“Look, thou art fair.”
“He was more fair | |
| Than men, who deigned for me to wear | |
| A visage marred beyond compare.” | |
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“And thou hast riches.”
“Daily bread: | |
| All else is his; who living, dead, | 20 |
| For me lacked where to lay his head.” | |
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“And life is sweet.”
“It was not so | |
| To him, whose cup did overflow | |
| With mine unutterable woe.” | |
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THE DEVIL “Thou drinkest deep.”
“When Christ would sup | 25 |
| He drained the dregs from out my cup; | |
| So how should I be lifted up?” | |
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“Thou shalt win glory.”
“In the skies, | |
| Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyes, | |
| Lest they should look on vanities.” | 30 |
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“Thou shalt have knowledge.”
“Helpless dust, | |
| In thee, O Lord, I put my trust: | |
| Answer thou for me, Wise and Just.” | |
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