Virgin Mary to Christ on the Cross, The. Quotes
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1	What mist hath dimmed that glorious face! What seas of grief my sun doth toss! The golden rays of heavenly grace Lies now eclipsed on the cross. Jesus! my Love, my Son, my God, Behold Thy mother washed in tears; Thy bloody wounds be made a rod To chasten these my latter years. You cruel Jews, come work your ire Upon this worthless flesh of mine; And kindle not eternal fire By wounding Him which is divine. Thou messenger that didst impart His first descent into my womb, Come, help me now to cleave my heart, That there I may my Son entomb. You angels all, that present were To show His birth with harmony, Why are you not now ready here To make a mourning symphony? The cause I know: you wail alone, And shed your tears in secrecy, Lest I should moved be to moan By force of heavy company. But wail, my soul, thy comfort dies; My woeful womb, lament thy fruit; My heart, give tears unto my eyes, Let Sorrow string my heavy lut.	Jesus	Virgin Mary to Christ on the Cross, The.

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