Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns. III. Jesus Crucified (O come and mourn)Frederick William Faber (18141863)
See, Mary calls us to her side;
O come and let us mourn with her:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
His blessèd tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with blood:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
She stands in helplessness beside;
Her heart is martyred with her Son’s:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
By earth, by heaven, Thou hast been tried,
And guilty found of too much love:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
It was Thine own sweet will that tied
The tighter far than helpless nails:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
His falling eyes He strove to guide
With mindful love to Mary’s face:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and his Judas were:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
And let the blood from out that side
Fall gently on thee drop by drop:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart love’s cradle is:
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
In this dread act your strength is tried:
And victory remains with love,
For He, our Love, is crucified!