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Blessed Mother  of  prediction. Stamp the  marks  of  crucifixion Deeply on  my  stony  heart, Ever leading  where  thy  bleeding Son is  pleading  for  my  needing, Let me  in  His  wounds  take  part.

Make me  truly, each  day  newly, While life  lasts,  O Mother,  duly Weep with  Him,  the  crucified! Let me,  ’tis  my  sole  demanding, Near the  Cross,  where  thou  art  standing, Stand in  sorrow  at  thy  side.

Queen of  Virgins,  best  and  dearest, Grant, oh! grant the  prayer  thou  hearest, Let me  ever  mourn  with  thee; Let compassion  me  so  fashion That Christ’s  wounds,  His  death  and  passion, Be each  day  renewed  in  me.

Oh! those wounds  do  not  deny  me! On that  Cross,  oh! crucify me! Let me  drink  His  blood  I pray; Then on  fire,  enkindled,  daring, I may stand  without  despairing On the  dreadful  Judgment  Day.

Make the  Cross  be  my  salvation. Make Christ’s  death  my  preservation, Make His  grace  my  heart  make  wise, And when  death  my  body  taketh, Make my  soul  when  it  awaketh, Ope in  heaven  its  raptured  eyes.