Mediation

If Thou, Lord God, willest to judge

    This, Thy very piteous clay

Which to save Christ did not grudge

    His last dying, I shall say:

Lord, I interpose Christ's death

'Twixt these children and Thy wrath.

Then if Thou shouldst say: Their shame

    Is as scarlet in Mine eyes--

I shall ask : Who took their blame?

      Look, Lord, on this Sacrifice!

Is Thy Son's blood not more bright

Which hath washed their scarlet white?

Then, if Thou Thy wrath should'st keep

    And Thy gaze should'st still avert

From Thy Son's most piteous sheep,

    I shall ask : Who bare the hurt?

I Present Christ's death and Pain

'Twixt Thine anger and these men.

Lord, they die by millions

    And they look to Thee--take thought!--

This dear flock, that is Thy Son's,

    By the richest ransom bought.

See, Thy dead Son lies between,

Thee, the High judge, and their sin.

(After St Anselm)