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Holy mother, this be granted,

That the lain one's wounds be planted

Firmly in my heart to bide.

Of Him wounded, all atounded—

Depths unbounded for me founded,

All the pangs with me divide.

Make me weep with thee in union;

With the Crucified, communion

In His grief and fuffering give;

Near the crofs with tears unfailing

I would join thee in thy wailing

Here as long as I mall live.

Maid of maidens, all excelling!

Be not bitter, me repelling,

Make thou me a mourner too;

Make me bear about Chrift's dying,

Share His paion, hame defying,

All His wounds in me renew.