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Beside the Cross JESUS, in Thy death I see What Thy life is unto me! Now no longer is the Cross Sign to me of shame and loss: Joy it is, to share Thy pain; All I lose is glorious gain. Lord, to me this blessing give — In Thy death to die — and live! Jesus, from Thy wounded side Flows through me a living tide; Health and hope and righteousness; Power to do, and will to bless. Now am I no more mine own: Now I live Thy life alone. Self is slain without a sigh: Life it is, with Thee to die! Jesus, let Thy blood within Cleanse my inmost thoughts from sin; Purify my lingering stains; Be the life-throb in my veins! Be it mine Thy cross to bear, And Thy sacrifice to share! Be my food, my strength, my breath! Be my Life, and conquer death! Lucy Larcom's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1188 |
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