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 Who untyedst, when Thou dyedst, The hands of sin and Satan's thrall, Gently tend us, quiet send us, O! virgins' coronal.

Scourges tearing cruel bearing, Thou drank'st Thy bitter cup of gall, For transgression our commission, Thou everlasting king of all.

While we ponder, full of wonder. The torments of Thy death our theme, Virtue send us, safety lend us, O!, who all men didst redeem.

Down the Cross's altar courses Thy blood in agonizing streams, divinest, king benignest, Bright partner of Thy Father's beams.

blood purest, that procurest Our fiendish persecutor's fall, O! concede us thirst, and lead us Unto the Lamb's high festival.