Classic Poem

" Sweet, thou art pale."
" More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father's wrath for me."

" Sweet, thou art sad."
" Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The winepress of the wrath of God."

" Sweet, thou art weary."
" Not so Christ;
Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist."

" Sweet, thou art footsore."
" If I bleed,
His feet have bled; yea in my need
His Heart once bled for mine indeed." THE WORLD:

" Sweet, thou art young."
" So He was young
Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the Cross with Passion wrung."

" Look, thou art fair."
" He was more fair
Than men, Who deigned for me to wear
A visage marred beyond compare."

" And thou hast riches."
" Daily bread:
All else is His: Who, living, dead,
For me lacked where to lay His Head."

" And life is sweet."
" It was not so
To Him, Whose Cup did overflow
With mine unutterable woe." THE DEVIL:

" Thou drinkest deep."
" When Christ would sup
He drained the dregs from out my cup:
So how should I be lifted up?"

" Thou shalt win Glory."
" In the skies,
Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyes
Lest they should look on vanities."

" Thou shalt have Knowledge."
" Helpless dust!
In thee, O Lord, I put my trust:
Answer Thou for me, Wise and Just."

" And Might." —
" Get thee behind me. Lord,
Who has redeemed and not abhorred
My soul, oh keep it by Thy Word."