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There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified
Who died to save us all.
Author: Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander
Source: There Is a Green Hill
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Hail, O bleeding Head and wounded,
With a crown of thorns surrounded,
Buffeted, and bruised and battered,
Smote with reed by striking shattered,
Face with spittle vilely smeared!
Hail, whose visage sweet and comely,
Marred by fouling stains and homely,
Changed as to its blooming color,
All now turned to deathly pallor,
Making heavenly hosts affeared!
Author: Saint Bernard of Clairvaux
Source: Passion Hymn, (Abraham Coles' translation)
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And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of
the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his
head.
Author: Bible
Source: Matthew (ch. VIII, v. 20)
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In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of Sorrows had a part.
Author: Michael Bruce
Source: Gospel Sounds--Christ Ascended
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Lovely was the death
Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Source: Religious Musings (l. 29)
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A pagan heart, a Christian soul had he.
He followed Christ, yet for dead Pan he sighed,
As if Theocritus in Sicily
Had come upon the Figure crucified,
And lost his gods in deep, Christ-given rest.
Author: Maurice Francis Egan
Source: Maurice de Guerin
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Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee
A lesson of humanity:
To every mother's heart forlorn,
In every house the Christ is born.
Author: Richard Watson Gilder
Source: A Madonna of Fra Lippo Lippi
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Every pang that rends the heart.
Author: Oliver Goldsmith
Source: The Captivity
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In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to
see the difference between things; and it is Christ that gives us
light.
Author: A.W. Hare and J.C. Hare
Source: Guesses at Truth
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Who did leave His Father's throne,
To assume thy flesh and bone?
Had He life, or had He none?
If he had not liv'd for thee,
Thou hadst died most wretchedly
And two deaths had been thy fee.
Author: George Herbert
Source: The Church--Business
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Thou hast conquered, O Galilaean.
[Lat., Vicisti, Galloloae.]
Author: George Herbert
Source: The Church--Business
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All His glory and beauty come from within, and there He delights
to dwell, His visits there are frequent, His conversation sweet,
His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.
Author: Thomas a Kempis
Source: Imitation of Christ (bk. II, ch. I), (Dibdin's translation)
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Into the woods, my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent,
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him,
When into the woods He came.
Author: Sidney Lanier
Source: A Ballad of Trees and the Master
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God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were
irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.
Author: George MacDonald
Source: The Marquis of Lossie (vol. II, ch. XVII)
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The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
Author: John Milton
Source: Lycidas (l. 109)
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Near, so very near to God,
Nearer I cannot be;
For in the person of his Son
I am as near as he.
So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be;
The love wherewith he loves the Son -
Such is his love to me.
Author: Catesby Paget
Source: Hymn
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Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ
within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.
Author: Catesby Paget
Source: Hymn
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But chiefly Thou,
Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven
To bleed for man, to teach him how to live,
And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.
Author: Bishop Beilby Porteus
Source: Death (l. 316)
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Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ--
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight--
Fourthwith a power of English shall we levy,
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part I (King Henry at I, i)
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And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore,
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore.
Author: Edmund Spenser
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto I, st. 2)
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Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean;
The world has grown gray from thy breath;
We have drunken from things Lethean,
And fed on the fullness of death.
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne
Source: Hymn to Proserpine
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thoughts;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves
In roarings round the coral reef.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: In Memoriam (XXXVI)
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His love at once and dread instruct our thought;
As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
Author: Edmund Waller
Source: Of Divine Love (canto III, l. 41)
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