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 Queen of Virgins heav'n-adornéd, Let me not of Thee be scornéd, Let me share thy grief and woe. Jesus' death my study making, In His agony partaking Make me all His tortures know.

All His bitter torments feeling, In the cross my spirit reeling, In His blood my senses drown; That all glowing with affection I may find in Thee protection When to judgement He comes down.

In the Cross salvation yield me, And in Jesus' passion shield me, Cherish me with mercy's aid. When my earthly frame shall perish, Grant around my soul to flourish Eden's joys that never fade.