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Holy Mother, be thy tudy

Chrit's dear image carred and bloody

To enhrine within my heart!

Martyred Son! whoe grace has et me

Free from endles death, oh! let me

Of Thy ufferings bear a part.

Mother, let our tears commingle,

Be the crucifix my ingle

Sign of orrow while I live:

Let me by the Cros tand near thee,

There to fee thee, there to hear thee,

For each igh a igh to give.

Puret of the Virgins! turn not

Thy dipleaure on me—purn not

My deire to weep with thee.

Let me live Chrit's paion haring,

All His wounds and orrows bearing

In my tearful memory.