Holy Saturday: A Little Hopkins, A Lot of Silence

O God, I Love Thee

Gerard Manley Hopkins

O God, I love thee, I love thee--- 

Not out of hope of heaven for me

 Nor fearing not to love and be

 In the everlasting burning. 

 Thou, thou, my Jesus, after me 

Didst reach thine arms out dying, 

 For my sake sufferedst nails and lance, 

 Mocked and marred countenance, 

Sorrows passing number, 

Sweat, and care and cumber, 

Yea, and death, and this for me. 

And thou couldst see me sinning: 

Then I, why should I not love thee, 

Jesu, so much in love with me ? 

Not for heaven's sake; not to be 

Out of hell by loving thee; 

Not for any gains I see; 

But just the way that thou didst me 

I do love and will love thee: 

What must I love thee, Lord, for then ? 

 For being my King and God. Amen.

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Repository for Holy Thursday

No Giotto today. More tomorrow.

AMDG