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 For His people sacrificéd She beheld agonizéd, And beneath the scourger's rod,— She beheld her off-spring blesséd Die forsaken and distresséd As He gave His soul to.

Grant, O! Mother, love's out-springing, Me to feel thy sorrows wringing, Bid me share thy cup of woe: Make my heart for ever fervent, my adoring servant. That his pleasure I may do.

Bid me bear, O! Mother blesséd, On my heart the wounds impresséd Suffered by the crucified; And thy Son's most bitter passion, Backed in so remorseless fashion All for me, with me divide.

With Thee weeping in communion, With the Crucified in union, Long as life within me plays. By the Cross with Thee remaining, Joined with Thee in grief and plaining; Such the boon thy servant prays.