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| Pieta- Franz von Stuck (Germany d. 1928) |
So He came, the long-expected,
Not in glory, not to reign;
Only born to be rejected,
Choosing hunger, toil and pain,
Till the scaffold was erected
And the Paschal Lamb was slain.
Sweet the timber, sweet the iron,
Sweet the burden that they bear!
No disgrace was too abhorrent:
Nailed and mocked and parched He died;
Blood and water, double warrant,
Issue from His wounded side,
Washing in a mighty torrent
Earth and stars and oceantide.
Faithful Cross the Saints rely on,
Noble tree beyond compare!
Never was there such a scion,
Never leaf or flower so rare.