Selected Poem - 'The Sacrifice'

George Herbert usually wrote short poems. Very few need more than a page to convey his message. Indeed, in the whole of 'The Temple' there are only four poems of more than 100 lines: 'The Church Porch', 'The Church Militant', 'Providence' and this poem. It is too long to quote in full here, but though the abridged text below has only 11 of its 63 verses it preserves much of the flavour of the PDF File complete poem.

'The Sacrifice'

1.  Oh all ye, who passe by, whose eyes and minde
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blinde;
To me, who took eyes that I might you finde:
Was ever grief like mine?

11.  Judas, dost thou betray me with a kisse?
Canst thou finde hell about my lips? and misse
Of life, just at the gates of life and blisse?
Was ever grief like mine?

21. Herod in judgement sits, while I do stand;
Examines me with a censorious hand:
I him obey, who all things else command:
Was ever grief like mine?

22. The Jews accuse me with dispitefulnesse;
And vying malice with my gentlenesse,
Pick quarrels with their onely happinesse:
Was ever grief like mine?

26. Pilate, a stranger, holdeth off; but they,
Mine owne deare people, cry, Away, away,
With noises confused frighting the day:
Was ever grief like mine?

37. And now I am deliver’d unto death,
Which each one calls for so with utmost breath,
That he before me well nigh suffereth:
Was ever grief like mine?

51. O all ye who passe by, behold and see;
Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree;
The tree of life to all, but onely me:
Was ever grief like mine?

52. Lo, here I hang, charg’d with a world of sinne,
The greater world o’ th’ two; for that came in
By words, but this by sorrow I must win:
Was ever grief like mine?

54. But, O my God, my God! why leav’st thou me,
The sonne, in whom thou dost delight to be?
My God, my God ------
Never was grief like mine.

59. Betwixt two theeves I spend my utmost breath,
As he that for some robberie suffereth.
Alas! what have I stollen from you? Death.
Was ever grief like mine?

63. But now I die; now all is finished.
My wo, mans weal: and now I bow my head.
Onely let others say, when I am dead,
Never was grief like mine.


It’s not only its length that makes this poem unusual in Herbert’s output. It is the only poem that introduces Jesus Christ in the first person. He relates the story of his own suffering, abandonment and isolation in the only story in The Temple that has a pre-determined and familiar ending – indeed it ends with Christ pronouncing his own death. And though there are references within the poem to Christ’s love for mankind, in general 'The Sacrifice' appears to be an exercise in condemnation, blame and incredulity, peppered with quotes from the Bible that highlight the bitterness that Herbert attributes to Christ. Dylan Thomas would have approved: the Christ of this poem does not go gently into his good night.

But who is Christ addressing? Manifestly, in verse 54, it is his father. But elsewhere? Mankind in general ('all ye who pass by')? His followers (such as Judas in verse 11)? Or Herbert himself? The intensity of the language, its solemn tread across the page, its relentless refrain, speak of the close identification of poet and subject. The sufferings of Christ and those of Herbert coalesce into an indivisible whole.

Little is known about when Herbert wrote the bulk of his poems; but 'The Sacrifice' appears to be an early one. It is found in the earliest surviving collection of his poems (the Williams manuscript), probably compiled some two or three years before Herbert moved to Bemerton; and though Herbert revised many other poems from that collection quite extensively before his death, 'The Sacrifice' remained virtually unchanged except for its division into separate verses. It had already achieved what Herbert wanted, and he placed it in a commanding position within The Temple, his final ordering of the poems he wished to preserve. The Temple begins, not with the birth of Christ, explored later in a poem titled 'Christmas', but with a series of poems that describe Christ's death and dramatise not only his crucifixion but the difficulties faced in responding properly to it.

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