Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, The Passion, Lauds

The Saviour, nailed upon His Cross,
Of torments dread a load sustains;
While He endures, in every sense,
A bitter avalanche of pains.

His Feet and Hands, from dreadful wounds,
Pierced by the nails, pour forth His Blood;
His Face, and Limbs, and Breast, and Heart,
Are bathed in the sacred flood.

He weeps, He prays, cries out, and dies;
Woe breaks His Mother’s stricken heart;
Mother and Son, to our hard hearts,
Heart-breaking sympathy impart.

Mountains and crags and graves are rent;
The rivers and the watery main,
And fields and rocks, with trembling, quake;
The Temple’s Veil is rent in twain.

The sun, and moon, and sky, and stars,
And world, lament with groaning deep;
O men, and youths, and wives, and maids,
Do you with them lament and weep.

With mourning heart stand by the Cross,
Anoint with love those blessed Feet;
Wash them with tears, dry with your hair,
And on them lavish kisses sweet.

O Victim of pure charity,
Thou, that Thou may st our sins forgive,
Dost heal us in Thy Blood, that we
As Thine adopted sons may live.

O then, dear Jesus, be our life,
Our peace, our joy, our happiness;
On earth enlighten us, and guide,
And with a crown in Heaven bless. Amen.

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