Friday, April 10, 2009

Good Friday


O Sacred Head, surrounded by crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding Head, so wounded,
reviled and put to scorn! Death’s pallid hue comes o’er Thee, the glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore Thee, and tremble as they gaze.

I see Thy strength and vigor all fading in the strife, and death with cruel rigor,
bereaving Thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesus, all grace
supplying, O turn Thy face on me.

In this, your bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me. With Thy most sweet
compassion, Unworthy though I be: Beneath Thy cross abiding for ever would I rest,
In Thy dear love confiding, and with your presence blest. (attributed to St. Bernard of Clairvaux)

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