ONE TO ONE.
“The one soul to the one God.”—Rev. Henry Giesen, C.SS.R.
“One unto one!” O Jesus, can thy creature
Be truly one to one with thee, her King?
Can the poor sinful heart for which thine suffered
To thee alone in love and sorrow cling?
To thee, the Son of God, the Word Eternal,
So dreadly pure, so infinitely just?
“One unto one”! My God, when I would say it,
’Tis answered me, “Remember thou art dust.”
“One unto one”! O Jesus, meek and loving,
And humbled down to Bethlehem for me,
Humbled to own a human heart and nature,
Jesus, my Saviour, now I come to thee!
I see thee on thy Virgin Mother’s bosom—
An infant, though a God, a Judge, a King:
“One unto one”! Ah! yes, my infant Saviour,
To thee at last I dare my love to bring.
Again, in prayer and sorrow I behold thee
Prostrate beneath the olive-trees’ dark shade,
The blood of agony for us outpouring,
The burden of our sins upon thee laid.
“One unto one”! Yes, here too may thy creature,
With all her sins before her, bring her heart
Near unto thine; for she is only asking
That in thy agony she may have part.
“One unto one”! The thorny crown, the scourges,
The gall, the nails, the cross, the cruel spear,
The death-swoon, and the last dear words—O Jesus!
“One unto one”—how can I say it here?
Only thy Mother with her priceless dolors,
Methinks, can rightly say this daring word;
She who shared all thy passion, meekly standing
Beside thy cross, soul-pierced with Simeon’s sword.
Dead is the Son of God, the Son of Mary;
Dead for our love—for very love of me!
“One unto one”! O Jesus, my Redeemer,
Grant that my life may die for love of thee.
Grant that thy cross may be my only treasure,
Thy blood my riches, and thy grace my prize;
Until, my penance done, my sins all pardoned,
“One unto one,” to thee my spirit flies!