Punishment

What vengeful rod
Is laid upon my bleeding shoulders?
What scourge, O God,
Makes known my shame to all beholders?
Through what vast skies
Crashes Thy wrath like shuddering thunders?
Before my eyes
Thou dost display the wonder of wonders!
As punishment
To one whom sin should bind in prison,
Hath Mercy sent
Word of the crucified arisen!
Guilt's penalty
Exacted — past my reeling reason! —
Which lays on me
Love — as a whip fit for my Treason!
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