John Donne on Friday

From A Litany:

 

II

The Son

O Son of God, who seeing two things,

Sin, and death crept in, which were never made,

By bearing one, tried’st with what stings

The other could thine heritage invade;

O be thou nailed unto my heart,

And crucified again,

Part not from it, though it from thee would part,

But let it be by applying so thy pain,

Drowned in thy blood, and in thy passion slain.

 

Selections take from: John Donne: A Critical Edition of the Major Works,  edited by John Carey; Oxford: OUP, 1990

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