“I chased thee, for so was my will; I captured thee, for my need; I bound thee, and bind thee still, For I would not have thee freed; I wounded thee sore, that for evermore Thou shouldest live by my life alone: When I smote thee, mine wert thou life and limb; I drave the Almighty God from His throne, Of the life of His manhood despoiled I Him. I brought Him back in glorious might To the Father in heaven’s eternal light; And thou, poor worm, shouldst thou go free, As if my hand had not smitten thee?” |