The Cross

Tree which heaven has willed to dower
With that true fruit whence we live,
As that other death did give
Of new Eden loveliest flower,
Bow of light, that in worst hour
Of the worst flood signal true
O´er the world, of mercy threw;
Fair plant, yielding sweetest wine
Of our David harp divine;
Of our Moses tables new;
Sinner am I, therefore I
Claim upon thy mercies make;
Since alone for sinners´ sake
God on thee endured to die.

PEDRO CALDERÓN DE LA BARCA