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For His people sacrificéd
She beheld Christ agonizéd,
And beneath the scourger's rod,—
She beheld her off-spring blesséd
Die forsaken and distresséd
As He gave His soul to God.
Grant, O! Mother, love's out-springing,
Me to feel thy sorrows wringing,
Bid me share thy cup of woe:
Make my heart for ever fervent,
Christ my God's adoring servant.
That his pleasure I may do.
Bid me bear, O! Mother blesséd,
On my heart the wounds impresséd
Suffered by the crucified;
And thy Son's most bitter passion,
Backed in so remorseless fashion
All for me, with me divide.
With Thee weeping in communion,
With the Crucified in union,
Long as life within me plays.
By the Cross with Thee remaining,
Joined with Thee in grief and plaining;
Such the boon thy servant prays.
