S HALL Christ hang on the Cross, and we not look?
Heaven, earth, and hell stood gazing at the first,
While Christ for long-cursed man was counted
Christ, God and Man, Whom God the Father strook
And shamed and sifted and one while forsook : —
Cry shame upon our bodies we have nursed
In sweets, our souls in pride, our spirits immersed
In wilfulness, our steps run all acrook.
Cry shame upon us ! for He bore our shame
In agony, and we look on at ease
With neither hearts on flame nor cheeks on flame :
What hast thou, what have I, to do with peace?
Not to send peace but send a sword He came,
And fire and fasts and tearful night-watches.