Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, Saint Catherine of Genoa, Matins

She contemplates how from Christ’s Wounds,
In every limb, the Blood doth flow,
And feels within her inmost breast,
Of ardent love the sudden blow.

Thus, wounded deep with holy love,
She now contemns all earthly things,
Misfortune gladly bears, and seeks
That joy alone which suffering brings.

With scourges then her rebel flesh
To tame becomes her constant care
Thus she, with Christ oft suffering,
His bitter woes deserves to share.

To God the Father and the Son,
Only Begotten, glory be,
With the Great Spirit Paraclete,
Now, and through all Eternity. Amen.

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