Thou goest to sacrifice Thyself as a propitiation for all men. Peter, who said that he would die with Thee, does not come to Thee. Thomas, who said, “Let us all die with Him,” has forsaken Thee. Not one of these is with Thee, but Thou art led forth alone, Thou who didst preserve me […]
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At the Cross her station keeping Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last. Through her Heart, His sorrow sharing, All His bitter anguish bearing, Lo! the piercing sword had passed. O how sad and sore distressed Was that Mother, highly blessed, Of the Sole-Begotten One. Mournful, with Heart’s prostration, Mother meek,
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