Vain man has measured land and sea
Fathomed the depths of states and kings
O’er earth and heav’n explored his way:
Yet there are two vast spacious things
To measure which doth more behove
Yet few that sound them—sin and love.
Who would know sin
let him repair
To Calvary: there shall he see
A man so pained
that all his hair
His skin
His garments bloody be!
Sin is that rack
which forces pain
To hunt its food through every vein.
Wouldst thou know love? behold the God
The Man
who for thy ransom died:
Go taste the sacred fount that flowed
Fast-streaming from His wounded side!
Love is that liquor most divine
God feels as blood
but I as wine.
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