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Katharine Tynan - Mediation
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If Thou, Lord God, willest to judge 
     This, Thy very piteous clay
Which to save Christ did not grudge 
     His last dying, I shall say: 
 Lord, I interpose Christ`s death
 `Twixt these children and Thy wrath.


Then if Thou shouldst say: Their shame
     Is as scarlet in Mine eyes--
I shall ask : Who took their blame? 
      Look, Lord, on this Sacrifice! 
 Is Thy Son`s blood not more bright
 Which hath washed their scarlet white?


Then, if Thou Thy wrath should`st keep 
     And Thy gaze should`st still avert
From Thy Son`s most piteous sheep, 
     I shall ask : Who bare the hurt? 
 I Present Christ`s death and Pain
 `Twixt Thine anger and these men. 


Lord, they die by millions 
     And they look to Thee--take thought!-- 
This dear flock, that is Thy Son`s, 
     By the richest ransom bought. 
See, Thy dead Son lies between, 
Thee, the High judge, and their sin.
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