Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, Holy Winding-Sheet, Lauds

Shroud of TurinJesus, who art my sweetest Love,
Who as though really present art,
Most tenderly I Thee embrace,
Thy wounds dwell ever in my heart.

Here I behold Thee naked lie,
Thy Body rent with wounds, and strained,
I see Thee bruised and defiled,
And in this Sacred Shroud contained.

All hail thou Head, which streamst with blood
Drawn by the thorns! Thy lovely Face,
Before which Heaven bows, hath lost,
By sad disfigurement, its grace.

All hail to Thee, the Saviour’s Side!
All hail thou gentle opening!
More sweetly red than any rose,
Which healing to our wounds dost bring.

All hail to you, by cruel nails, [sweet!
Pierced through and through, ye Hands so
Dear Saviour, drive me not away,
Let me draw near Thy Sacred Feet. Amen.

– translated by Archbishop Edward Gilpin Bagshawe, C.O., Bishop of Nottingham, England