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THE LIFE OF OUR LORD 55
Jesus! on that most doleful day**
How were Thy garments stripped away,
Thy holy Limbs laid bare! Oh may no works or ways unclean Despoil me of that modest mien
Thy servants. Lord, should wear.
Jesus ! what direst agony
Was Thine, upon the bitter tree,
With healing virtues rife ! Oh may I count all things but loss, All for the glory of the Cross,
The sinner's Tree of Life.
Jesus! around Thy sacred Head There is an ominous brightness shed, —
The Name which Pilate wrote; Save us, Thou roval Nazarene! For in that Threefold Name are seen
The gifts Thy passion brought.
Jesus ! who to the Father prayed For those who all Thy love repaid
With this dread cup of woes, Teach me to conquer, Lord, like Thee, By patience and benignity,
The thwarting of my foes.
Jesus! who, come to seek and save, Absolved the thief, and promise gave Of peace among the blest,