stealth; Let pain not tear us from Nor waver we, tho' us betide And every evil thought re- Thy precepts to fulfil! Hail Mary. Jesus, whom Peter thrice denied, But, moved by thee to weeping, hied His crime to expiate; Jesu, the Judge of glory Thou who wert falsely judged In mock regalia clad; Not even of the bad! Jesu, when scourged, and And spit upon, thy guiltless From every fault was free; How fitly this on me would fall! But through thy pains from May I deliver'd be ! Hail Mary. Jesu, with thorns they crown thy Brow, And with the knee in mock'ry bow To thee th' almighty King; Let me, O Lord, with love sincere, In humble zeal and childlike To thee my homage bring! grace, With healing virtues rife ; Oh, may I count all things but loss, And glory only in the Cross, The sinner's Tree of Life! Hail Mary. Jesu, that sacred Name of thine, Thrice written by a race ma[lign, A joyful omen gave; Jesus of Nazareth, Saviour dear, Salvation comes from thee, oh, hear, [save! And when thou hearest, Hail Mary. Jesu, thy Father thou hast pray'd For those who all thy love repaid With this dread cup of woes; Teach me to conquer, Lord, like thee, By patience and benignity, The thwarting of my foes! Hail Mary. Jesus, O Fount of all relief, How mercifully to the thief Thou didst his sins forgive! Give me, like his, a contrite heart, That I too, when I hence depart, In Paradise may live! Jesus, who dying didst commend Thy Mother to thy wellloved friend, To be a mutual stay; Vouchsafe, in trouble and in care, Jesu, thy burning thirst they think [drink To mock, by giving thee to What might inflame thy pain; [draught, Can I forget that bitter Which for my sins my Saviour quaff'd, Nor fleshly lusts restrain? Hail Mary. Jesu, Redeemer, all the price Of Adam's sin, thy Sacrifice Hath more than fully paid; Thy law into my heart instil, So be thy precepts and thy will By force of love obey'd! Hail Mary. Jesu, thy Soul, ere freed its bands, [hands, Thou gavest to thy Father's The dark sun mourn'd its loss; Let me, too, at my hour of death, With joy yield up to thee my Jesu, because of all our guilt Thy guiltless Blood to death is spilt, Our pardon thus to win; Oh, by thy Blood to save me shed, May I not by the flesh be led, To die the death of sin ! Our Father. Jesu, what time was pierced thy Side, There issued forth a twofold tide Of love without alloy; The Saviour's fountains open fly, And, guilty, shall not we apply To draw its streams with Jesu, thy Passion's bitter smart Pierced like a sword thy Mother's heart, As Simeon prophesied; My heart so fasten to the Cross, That I may count all know- Jesus, who didst in triumph ledge loss, Save Jesus crucified! Hail Mary. Jesus, in spices wrapp'd and laid [shade, Within the garden's rocky By jealous seals made sure; Embalm me with thy grace, and hide [Side, Thy servant in thy wounded With heav'nly sepulture! Hail Mary. Jesu, the while thy course is bent Th' imprison'd spirits long detent In triumph to release; Lord, set me free from all my pains, Nor bind me down in hellish chains To woes that never cease! Hail Mary. Jesu, when risen from the dead, Thy vision quickly comforted The hearts that mourn'd for thee; [again, From sin let me, too, live That, cleansed from every earthly stain, I yet my Lord may see! Hail Mary. Jesu, to thy disciples shewn To Emmaus bound, yet all unknown Companion of their way; Let me thy inward sight enjoy, Nor wayward thoughts from rise [the prize To heav'n on high, and there Of victory receive; Let me too thither run the [embrace And stumble not, but thee When I the goal achieve! Hail Mary. race, And Death of high avail. Our Father. Hail Mary. Jesu, great King of saving wealth, Death's Conqu'ror, Lord of life and health, Make me to share thy bitter Tree, That I, who taste of death with thee, May taste thy joys undying; Yet while I ask, my sin alarms, Till I behold thine outstretch'd arms And Body bleeding-then I fall In prostrate love, and vow thee all, On hope of love relying! The nails thy tender Feet that pierce, The wounds, the gashes, large and fierce, I feel them all, and joy to feel, Yet, scared by all thy wounds reveal, The stricken heart recoils; Oh, how shall rescued sinners prove [love? Meet gratitude for boundless What love like thine, which paid our cost, And won the heav'n our sins had lost, By its atoning toils? O sweetest Jesu, God of might, [light, Thou art my portion and deWhat can I need, possessing thee, And what are countless worlds to me Without my God, my all? Give me, O Lord, to enter in, And hide this heart, defiled with sin, In thy red Wounds and punctures deep; Lest, when o'er earth thy vengeance sweep, On me the light'ning fall! |