Hymn
O may the Passion of the Lord,
Whereby salvation is restored,
The mind with love for him inspire,
Our solace and our hearts' desire.
In memory let us ever hold
Christ's thorny crown, his pains untold,
The bitter cross whereon he died,
The nails, the lance that pierced his side.
And may we constantly recall
The reed, the vinegar, the gall,
The anguish of that last dread hour,
Those sacred wounds whence graces shower.
O may these thoughts our souls imbue
With sweetness of celestial dew,
Till fostered by his tender care
The glorious fruits of grace they bear.
O Crucified, we worship thee,
And beg with all our hearts that we
May be united through thy love
With all the saints in heaven above.
To Christ, the Lord of Majesty,
Betrayed and sold to set us free,
Who suffered on the cruel tree,
Be praise and honor endlessly. Amen.
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