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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