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Jesus ! Thy Passion's bitter smart Pierced like a sword Thy Mother's heart,
As Simeon prophesied; So fix my heart unto Thy Cross, That I may count all gain but loss
For Jesus Crucified!
Jesus ! in spices wrapped, and laid Within the garden's rocky shade,
By jealous seals made sure, Embalm me with Thy grace, and hide Thy servant in Thy wounded Side,
A heavenly sepulture!
Jesus! who to the spirits went,
And preached the new enfranchisement
Thy recent death had won, Absolve me, Lord ! and set me free From self and sin, that I may be
Bondsman to Thee alone.
Jesus! who from the dead arose,
And straightway sought to comfort those
Whose weak faith mourned for Thee, Oh may I rise from sin and earth, And so make good that second birth
Which Thou hast wrought in me.
Jesus! who wert at Emmaus known In breaking bread, and thus art shown Unto Thy people now,