A poem for Good Friday

As a meditation for this day read “The Sacrifice” by George Herbert.

Notice how Samuel Crossman alludes to this poem, as well as to Herbert’s Love Unknown in that haunting Lenten hymn My Song Is Love Unknown.

Enjoy the music that goes with these links.

About Gene Veith

Professor of Literature at Patrick Henry College, the Director of the Cranach Institute at Concordia Theological Seminary, a columnist for World Magazine and TableTalk, and the author of 18 books on different facets of Christianity & Culture.

  • JonSLC

    Thanks for the link to a remarkable poem, Dr. Veith!

    One of Herbert’s lines in particular struck me: “Most true to those, who are my greatest grief.” I am such; he is true and always has been.

    That line reminded me of another in a more recent poem, this one by Lutheran poet Jaroslav Vajda, in his “O Dearest Friend” (since I’m not sure of copyright law, I offer only the first and last lines of the first stanza):

    O dearest Friend, my nearest and most faithful Friend,
    Do not discard me, though I grieve you much…

    Remember me as one who in the Garden slept,
    While you were on your way to earn my fadeless crown.

  • JonSLC

    Thanks for the link to a remarkable poem, Dr. Veith!

    One of Herbert’s lines in particular struck me: “Most true to those, who are my greatest grief.” I am such; he is true and always has been.

    That line reminded me of another in a more recent poem, this one by Lutheran poet Jaroslav Vajda, in his “O Dearest Friend” (since I’m not sure of copyright law, I offer only the first and last lines of the first stanza):

    O dearest Friend, my nearest and most faithful Friend,
    Do not discard me, though I grieve you much…

    Remember me as one who in the Garden slept,
    While you were on your way to earn my fadeless crown.


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