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LENT AND EASTER.
Again the rended rocks,
The hearts of human stone,
The darkness and the earthquake shocks,
The graves of hope upthrown.
The hearts of human stone,
The darkness and the earthquake shocks,
The graves of hope upthrown.
At His dear feet again,
His Cross in her embrace,
The weeping Church, like Magdalen,
Buries her stricken face.
His Cross in her embrace,
The weeping Church, like Magdalen,
Buries her stricken face.
Again the streaming side,
The broken heart, the cry!
Again, O Jesus Crucified,
The endless victory.
The broken heart, the cry!
Again, O Jesus Crucified,
The endless victory.
II.
O sad, long-suffering Face,
How can I look and live!
O piercèd hands outstretched to save
O Voice that cries "Forgive"!
How can I look and live!
O piercèd hands outstretched to save
O Voice that cries "Forgive"!
"Forgive," though crowned with thorns,
And mocked with many a jeer;
"Forgive," though tortured by the nails
And wounded by the spear.
And mocked with many a jeer;
"Forgive," though tortured by the nails
And wounded by the spear.
