Christ Crucified
by
Richard
Crashaw
THY restless feet now cannot go
For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont.
What though
They swim, alas! in their own flood?
Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!
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