“If Thou Sayest, Behold, We Knew it Not” Christina Rossetti

                                1.

I have done I know not what,--what have I done?
        My brother's blood, my brother's soul, doth cry:
        And I find no defence, find no reply,
No courage more to run this race I run
Not knowing what I have done, have left undone;
        Ah me, these awful unknown hours that fly
        Fruitless it may be, fleeting fruitless by
Rank with death-savor underneath the sun.
For what avails it that I did not know
        The deed I did? what profits me the plea
That had I known I had not wronged him so?
                Lord Jesus Christ, my God, him pity Thou;
        Lord, if it may be, pity also me:
                In judgment pity, and in death, and now.

                                2.

Thou Who hast borne all burdens, bear our load,
        Bear Thou our load whatever load it be;
        Our guilt, our shame, our helpless misery,
Bear Thou Who only canst, O God my God.
        Seek us and find us, for we cannot Thee
Or seek or find or hold or cleave unto:
We cannot do or undo; Lord, undo
        Our self-undoing, for Thine is the key
Of all we are not though we might have been.
        Dear Lord, if ever mercy moved Thy mind,
                If so be love of us can move Thee yet,
If still the nail-prints in Thy Hands are seen,
                Remember us,--yea, how shouldst Thou forget?
        Remember us for good, and seek, and find.