CHRIST CRUCIFIED

by: Richard Crashaw (1613?-1649)

      HY restless feet now cannot go
      For us and our eternal good,
      As they were ever wont. What though
      They swim, alas! in their own flood?
       
      Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
      Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
      It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
      It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!

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