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              TO CHRIST
              CRUCIFIED

I am not moved to love Thee, O my Lord,
    By any longing for Thy Promised Land;
    Nor by the fear of hell am I unmanned
To cease from my transgressing deed or word.

Tis Thou Thyself dost move me,—Thy blood poured
    Upon the cross from nailed foot and hand;
    And all the wounds that did Thy body brand;
And all Thy shame and bitter death's award.

Yea, to Thy heart am I so deeply stirred
    That I would love Thee were no heaven on high,—
That I would fear, were hell a tale absurd!

Such my desire, all questioning grows vain;
    Though hope deny me hope I still should sigh,
And as ray love is now, it should remain.

Anonymous, attributed to Santa Teresa
Translation by Thomas Walsh


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Attributed to Santa Teresa
audio Voz: Ditirambo - librivox.org
ruso Перевод А. Гелескула
inglés Translation by Alix Ingber
inglés Translation by Art Eschenlauer
inglés Translation by Stacy Shoop
inglés Translation by Hugh Seay.
inglés Translation by Michael Haldane.
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