Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, The Precious Blood, Lauds

All hail! ye Holy Wounds of Christ,
Of love unbounded guarantee,
Whence crimson streams of Precious Blood
Are flowing everlastingly;

In splendour you surpass the stars,
In fragrance roses and sweet balm,
In value India’s jewels bright,
In sweetness the sweet honeycomb.

For us, through you, there open lies
The sweetest refuge for our minds,
The rage of threatening enemies
No entrance to this stronghold finds.

What numerous scourgings strike the Flesh
Of Jesus, in the judgment hall;
What numerous drops of Blood around
His lacerated Limbs let fall!

Ah woe, alas! the crown of thorns,
Is fixed into His lovely Brow,
And cruel nails, with blunted points,
His Feet and Hands are piercing through.

And when with love He had breathed forth
Freely His Soul, the lance His Side
Transfixes, and thence issue forth
Water and Blood, in twofold tide.

Jesus, to give Redemption full,
Is crushed beneath the press alone,
And, all forgetful of Himself,
Of His own Blood reserveth none.

Come all of you, whose souls have e’er
By sin’s foul stains infected been,
For all, who in this saving Bath
Shall wash, shall straightway be made clean.

Thanks be to Him, who evermore
At God’s right hand both reigns and lives,
Who hath redeemed us in His Blood,
And, by His spirit, strengthening gives. Amen.

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