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That assuréd, whole, and curéd,
Free from wounds and evil taints,
We, translated, may be sated
With the glories of the Saints. Amen.
POPE INNOCENT THE THIRD'S HYMN ON THE CRUCIFIXION.
See the Mother stands deploring,
By the Cross her tears out-pouring,
Where her son expiring hangs.
For her gentle spirit groaning.
Anguish-smitten and bemoaning
Rend the sword's most cruel pangs.
O! how downcast and distresséd
Was the Mother ever-blesséd
Of the sole-begotten One,
Who lamented and who grievéd,
Mother mild, as she perceivéd
Torments rack her heav'nly Son.
Who could keep from tears of anguish,
Could he see Christ's Mother languish
Thus in grief and suffering wild?
Who his agony could smother,
Could he see the gentle Mother
Sorrowing with her holy child?