O Sonne of God, who seeing two things, Sinne, and death crept in, which were never made, By bearing one, tryed'st with what stings The other could thine heritage invade; O be thou nail'd unto my heart, And crucified againe, Part not from it, though it from thee would part, But let it be, by applying so thy paine, Drown'd in thy blood, and in thy passion slaine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. OF PLEASURE AND PAIN by THOMAS CAMPION THE PEACE OF COLLEGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE WHERE THE DEAD MEN LIE by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |