Printed there enduringly. By thy side let me be weeping, Weeping all my life with thee; In thy sorrow joined with thee. Virgin, of all virgins fairest, Let me feel the death they gave him, Let me feel their blows so crushing, From his wounds when crucified. On the Cross of Christ relying, Through his death redeemed from dying, By his favor fortified; When my mortal frame is perished, Let my spirit then be cherished, And in heaven be glorified. Jacopone da Todi. Tr. E. C. Benedict. What weary sighs, And weeping eyes, And plaints forbid, And glories hid, And absence drear From friends sincere. Who suffers this? O, tell! "T is He who loves so well. A clouded star, A day of gloom; Who suffers this? O, tell! "T is He who loves so well. Maria Doceo. Tr. J. Bowring. BOUND UPON THE ACCURSED TREE. OUND upon the accurséd tree, BOUND Faint and bleeding, who is he? Bound upon the accursed tree, Shivering rocks, and rending veil : Lord, our suppliant knees we bow: Bound upon the accurséd tree, Bound upon the accurséd tree, By the prayer for them that slew, "Lord, they know not what they do!" Henry Hart Milman. O SACRED HEAD! NOW WOUNDED. 0 SACRED Head! now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thy only crown; O noblest brow, and dearest! The blushes late residing Upon those lips so meek, What thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinners' gain: |