Wound for wound be there created;
With the cross intoxicated
For thy Son's dear fake, I pray —
May I, fired with pure affection,
Virgin, have through thee protection
In the solemn Judgment Day.
Let me by the Cross be warded,
By the death of Christ be guarded,
Nourished by divine supplies.
When the body death hath riven,
Grant that to the foul be given
Glories bright of Paradise.