O Saviour of the World, who by Thy Cross and Passion -- Still that tragic cry Pierces the blanket of our plight, And stabs a scarlet wound into our night. O Son of David, hear our piteous call! Have mercy on us all! For our loves turn to dust, And our swords turn to rust, And our days run out like sand. O Christ, if you never lived our hearts have made you! O Christ, if you never died our hearts betrayed you! O Saviour of the World, Save us and help us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO SAYINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY THE MEETING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE JEWISH MARTYRS by W. V. B. BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |