Poetry- The Sacred Heart

(Transcribed from original:) 

The Sacred Heart

O Sacred Heart! How pained thou art

By man's most wicked ways!

Still therein glows a love divine

Which ne'er for us decays.

II.

The love bestowed on Lazarus

And his two sisters dear-

The same is lavished now on all

Who seek them without fear;

III.

Who come to thee with heart contrite

Like the prodigal of lore

And tearful promise to amend

And live in sin no more.

IV.

Little, O Jesus! Dost thou ask

Thy love from us to gain:

Little to what thou promiseth-

With thee in heaven to reign.

V.

Vile seats of sin and strife, our hearts

Are all thou pleadest for:

Thy graces will then purify

And strenght and unction pour.

VI.

I offer thee, O Lord to-day,

My heart, my soul, my all;

So may I live in thy pure sight

As not to dread death's call.

Finis.

Joseph.