Sameiningin - 01.04.1921, Síða 6

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0, Jesus, likewise intercede,
And grant me Thy salvation.
C. V. Pilcher.
II.
From “THE SCOURGING OF CHRIST”
(Twenty-third Passion Hymn, verses 4—6.)
I was as one allotted
To chains and darkness vile,
With festering sores be-spotted,
And sinning all the while.
Thro’ flesh and soul, within, without,
With fierceness unabating,
Tlie fever spread about.
Tlie legal scourges flayed me,
With lashes cutting sore,
While bitter guilt betrayed me
To terror, more and more.
0, curséd state of sinfulness!
Mine heart, it groaned in anguish,
Bereft of all redress.
Then, Blesséd Master, seeing
Thine helpless, wounded slave,
Nor bonds nor scourges fleeing,
Tho camest me to save —
This torture grim to undergo,
That I might be delivered
From everlasting ivoe.
Jón Landi.
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