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A Hymn

Though my heart may wander far From Canaan’s rain-blest shore; Though my feet will often tread The paths trod by the dead, And from the light of Christ I roam And Worldly pleasures make my home


Christ and the Penitent Thief: Titian, circa 1566

Christ my lord still calls to me To share the life of Trinity Penitential exile joined My soul for sanctity yearns And I will e’er this only sing: I love thee, love thee, Christ my King



Love thee, Christ, though often mar And, nomad, wander far. I live not in the love I claim: Let Christ my love sustain, My will to make new, free of dross, To willing bear its heavy cross



How great the love that stoops to dwell In my sin-battered hell; Takes his root in this humility Then blossoms into charity My tears of penance mingle now With dewy drops of wondrous awe.

 
 
 

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