Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Ash Wednesday

There is no sorrow, Christ, too light
To bring in prayer to thee;
There is no anxious care too slight
To wake thy sympathy.


Thou, who hast trod the thorny road,
Wilt share each small distress;
Thy love, which bore the greater load,
Will not refuse the less.


There is no secret sigh we breathe,
But meets thine ear divine;
And every cross grows light beneath
The shadow, Christ, of thine.


Jane Fox Crewdson, 1860; alt.
Tune: LLANDAFF (C.M.)
Edwin Moss, 19th cent.



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Eight (Calendar) Years Ago: Thirsting for a living spring
 
Six (Liturgical) Years Ago: O Christ, whose tender mercy hears

Six (Calendar) Years Ago: Saint David
 
Five (Liturgical) Years Ago: All those who seek a comfort sure

Two (Calendar) Years Ago: Sing of Jesus, sing forever

One (Liturgical) Year Ago: Gracious God, my heart renew



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