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��Tr. (ISSO) from the French of Jacques Bridaise (1701-1707) by Thomas Benson Pollock (ISSO-IS'.U!).

MY Lord, my Master, at thy feet adoring, I see thee bowed beneath thy load of woe ; For me, a sinner, is thy life-blood pouring ;

For thee, my Saviour, scarce my tears will flow.

��Thine own disciple to the Jews has sold thee, With friendship's kiss and loyal word he came ;

How oft of faithful love my lips have told thee, While thou hast seen my falsehood and my shame.

��With taunts and scoffs they mock what seems thy weakness, AVith blows and outrage adding pain to pain ;

Thou art unmoved and steadfast in thy meekness ; When I am wronged liow quickly I complain !

��My Lord, my Saviour, when I see thee wearing Upon thy bleeding brow the crown of thorn.

Shall I for pleasure live, or shrink from bearing Whate'er my lot may be of pain or scorn ?

��Victim of thy love, pangs most healing,

saving death, wounds that I adore,

shame most glorious ! Christ, before thee kneeling,

1 pray thee keep me thine for evermore.

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