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Poem: O Christ, my God

- Christina Georgina Rossetti

O Christ, my God, who seest the unseen,
O Christ, my God, who knowest the unknown,
Thy mighty blood was poured forth to atone
For every sin that can be or hath been.

O Thou who seest what I cannot see,
Thou who didst love us all so long ago,
O Thou who knowest, what I must not know,
Remember all my hope, remember me.

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