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Be, ye wounds, my tribulation!

Be, thou Crofs, my infpiration!

Mark, O blood, my Heaven-ward way.

Thus to fervor rapt, O tender

Virgin, be thou my defender

In the dreadful Judgment Day.

With the Cros my faith I'll cherih;

By Chrit's death uftained I'll perih,

Through His grace again to rife.

Come then, Death, this body ealing,

To my ranomed foul revealing

Glorious days in Paradie.