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Good Friday

“Surely, O Christ, upon this day
Thou wilt have pity, even on me!
Hold thou the hands of Charnisay,
Or bid them clasp, remembering thee.

“O Christ, thou knowest what it is


To strive with mighty, evil men;
Lean down from thy high cross, and kiss

My arms till they grow strong again.
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