This day, when my Soules forme bends toward the East.
There I should see a Sunne, by rising set,
And by that setting endlesse day beget;
But that Christ on this Crosse, did rise and fall,
Sinne had eternally benighted all.
Yet dare I\u2019almost be glad, I do not see
That spectacle of too much weight for mee.
Who sees Gods face, that is selfe life, must dye;
What a death were it then to see God dye?
It made his owne Lieutenant Nature shrinke,
It made his footstoole crack, and the Sunne winke.
Could I behold those hands which span the Poles,
And tune all spheares at once peirc\u2019d with those holes?
Could I behold that endlesse height which is
Zenith to us, and our Antipodes,
Humbled below us? or that blood which is
The seat of all our Soules, if not of his,
Made durt of dust, or that flesh which was worne
By God, for his apparell, rag\u2019d, and torne?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Read it all<\/a>.<\/p> 'Jesus said, 'Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing''
Luke 23: 34#GoodFriday<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/Udz7vgYqvS<\/a><\/p>— Westminster Abbey (@wabbey) April 3, 2026<\/a><\/blockquote>