I have a little husband

In penal torment powerless to atone.The curse is come on me, which makes no hasteAnd doth not tarry, crushing both the proudHard man and him the sinner double-faced.Look not upon me, for my soul is bowedWithin me, as my body in this mire;My soul crawls dumb-struck, sore-bested and cowed.As Sodom and Gomorrah scourged by fire,As…

‘More pale to see,Christ hung upon the cruel treeAnd bore His Father’s wrath for me.’‘Sweet, thou art sad.’‘Beneath a rodMore heavy, Christ for my sake trodThe winepress of the wrath of God.’‘Sweet, thou art weary.’‘Not so Christ:Whose mighty love of me suffic’dFor Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.’‘Sweet, thou art footsore.’‘If I bleed,His feet have bled; yea in…

None other hiding place from guilt and shame,None beside Thee!My faith burns low, my hope burns low;Only my heart’s desire cries out in meBy the deep thunder of its want and woe,Cries out to Thee.Lord, Thou art Life, though I be dead;Love’s fire Thou art, however cold I be:Nor Heav’n have I, nor place to…

Each daisy stands up like a starOut of a sky of green.

And a crumb for robin redbreastOn the cold days of the year.