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 Would not refuse To nail Him to a tree, And with a dart To pierce His heart: Thus mournèd He for me.

Now Christ Jesú, Of love most true, Have mercy upon me: I ask Thee grace For my trespass, That I have done to Thee. For Thy sweet Name, Save me from shame And all adversitie: For Mary's sake, To Thee me take, And mourn no more for me.

, maltreated, roughly greeted, With repeated scoff and blow, O spare us, young or hoary! Who foughtest knightly, And didst rightly Quell th' unsightly fiend our foe, And now art clad with glory. From hell-gate, long their prison, Thy people Thou unchainest; And Thou, the third day risen, As King supreme remainest.

O dulcis Jesus, spinis laesus, Flagris caesus asperis,