Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, Rosary Sunday, Matins

See, the Redeemer kneels and prays,
Where on the mount the olive grows;
He grieves, He fears, He is bowed down,
While sweat, like blood-drops, from Him flows.

God, by a traitor foul betrayed,
Is dragged along to punishment,
Bound with sharp cords, and then His Flesh
By scourging unto blood is rent.

A cruel and insulting crown,
Made of sharp intertwining thorns,
With a foul squalid purple robe,
The King of Glory now adorns.

Then, to the summit of the mount
To carry a most heavy Cross,
The while He sweats, and pants, and falls,
He is compelled by brutal force.

Guiltless between two guilty thieves,
He, upon that dark gibbet nailed,
Prays for His foes, and yields His life,
When, with His Blood, His strength has failed.

Jesus, to Thee be glory given,
Whom erst the Virgin Mother bore,
With Father and with Holy Ghost,
For endless ages evermore. Amen.

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