PATRIS SAPIENTIA, BONITAS DIVINA.
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And a soldier pierced His Side
With a spear unbidden;
And earth quaked exceedingly,
And the Sun was hidden.
When it came to Vesper time,
From the Cross they take Him,
Whose great love to bear such woes
For our sakes could make Him:
Such a death He underwent,
Sin's alone Physician,
That of Everlasting Life
We might have fruition.
At the holy Compline tide
Holy hands array Him
In the garments of the grave
Where the mourners lay Him;
Myrrh and spices have they brought,
Scripture is completed;
And by death the Prince of Life
Death and Hell defeated.
Therefore these Canonical
Hours my tongue shall ever
In Thy praise, O Christ, recite
