Sacred Poems

If I were lost in misery,
What was it to your heaven and thee?
What was it to your precious blood,
If my foul heart call'd for a flood?
What if my faithless soul and I
Would needs fall in
With guilt and sin,
What did the Lamb that he should die?
What did the Lamb that he should need,
When the wolf sins, himself to bleed?

If my base lust
Bargain'd with death and well-beseeming dust,
Why should the white
Lamb's bosom write
The purple name
Of my sin's shame?

Why should his unstain'd breast make good
My blushes with his own heart-blood?

O my Savior! make me see
How dearly you have paid for me;

That lost again, my life may prove
As then in death, so now love.

~ Richard Crashaw