My sin rends Christ, though never one save He
Perfectly loves me, comforts me. Then pray,
Longinus Saint! the Crucified, for me.
Hard is the holy war, and hard the way:
At rest with ancient victors would I be.
O faith’s first glory from our England! pray,
St. Alban! to the Lord of Hosts, for me.
Fain would I watch with thee, till morning gray,
Beneath the stars austere: so might I see
Sunrise, and light, and joy, at last. Then pray,