48. Hymn to the Sacred Wounds of Jesus
God of mercy let us run
Where yon fount of sorrow flows,
Pondering sweetly one by one,
Jesu's wounds and Mary's woes.
Ah! those tears our Lady shed,
Enough to drown a world of sin;
Tears that Jesu's sorrows fed,
Peace and pardon well may win.
His five wounds a very home
For our prayers and praises prove;
And our Lady's woes become
Endless joys in Heaven above.
Jesu who for us didst die,
All on Thee our love we pour;
And in the Holy Trinity
Worship Thee for evermore.
Hymn to the Precious Blood.
Hail, Jesus! hail! who for my sake
Sweet Blood from Mary's veins didst take,
And shed it all for me;
Oh, blessed be my Saviour's Blood,
My life, my light, my only good,
To all eternity.
To endless ages let us praise
The Precious Blood whose price could raise
