Psalm 13 is one of the shortest in the whole psalter, and although it starts in distress there is a sudden welling of hope and renewal in the last two verses, as grief turns to grace and the heart is once more joyful, a pattern I have reflected in my poem. As with the other poems in this Corona sequence, I seek once more to draw out how the pattern of Christ’s death and resurrection is hidden in the pattern of the psalms.
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Come down to free us, come as our true friend,
How long, how long? Oh do not hide your face
Or let me sleep in death, but light my end,
Till it becomes a bright beginning. Place
Your wounded hands in mine and raise me up
That even grief itself may turn to grace.
Then I will sing a song of sudden hope,
Then I will praise my saviour, the divine
Companion who drank the bitter cup
And in so doing made it flow with wine,
That his strong love might overrun my heart
And all his joy in heaven might be mine.
Then I will sing his song, and take my part
In Love’s true music, as his kingdom comes
And heaven’s hidden gates are drawn apart.