Velis placatus fore!
Qui lux de luce,
Victo duce,
Pendens cruce sceleris,
Indutus es splendore,
Inferni portas urgens,
Inde tuos duxisti,
Post triduum resurgens,
Mundi Victor fuisti.
XL. WEEP NOT O'ER ME, O MOTHER MINE
1.Weep not o'er me, O Mother mine,
In grave to see me laid,
The well-belovèd Son of thine,
Y-born of Mary ever Maid.
2.For in glory I shall agen
Arise, as God, and raise
To glory faithful Christen men,
Who honour thee with love and praise.
XLI. JEWRY, WHY WITH BULRUSH MOCK HIM?
1.Jewry, why with bulrush mock Him?
Of His own robe why unfrock Him?
Thorn-crown'd, why in purple smock Him?
Jewry, why with bulrush mock Him?
Jewry, why with bulrush mock Him?
2.Though ye clamour, 'Crucify Him,'
Though ye gainsay, though ye try Him
In your law-court, and deny Him,
Though ye clamour, 'Crucify Him,' (ij.)
