Holy Week
XXXVIII. THAT VIRGIN'S CHILD
1.That Virgin's Child
Most meek and mild,
A-lonely for my sake
His Father's will
For to fulfil,
He came great pains to take
And suffer'd death,
As Scripture saith,
That we should savèd be,
On Good Friday:
Wherefore I say,
He mournèd sore for me.
2.Such pain and smart
As in His heart
He suffer'd for mankind,
Can no man take,
Nor mourning make
So meekly for his friend.
The cruel Jews
Would not refuse
To nail Him to a tree,
And with a dart
To pierce His heart:
Thus mournèd He for me.
3.Now Christ Jesú,
Of love most true,
Have mercy upon me:
I ask Thee grace
For my trespass,
That I have done to Thee.
For Thy sweet Name,
Save me from shame
And all adversitie:
For Mary's sake,
To Thee me take,
And mourn no more for me.