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XIII.
Jesus is dead, and the disciples flee.
Mother, if ever, now thy faith is tried.
The sword foretold has pierced thy soul, beside
The cross. Who now on earth can comfort thee?
Mother, if ever, now thy faith is tried.
The sword foretold has pierced thy soul, beside
The cross. Who now on earth can comfort thee?
What tongue can ever tell the bitterness
Which over whelmed thee? We may be assured
Only the anguish which thy Son endured
Surpassed thy soul's unutterable distress.
Which over whelmed thee? We may be assured
Only the anguish which thy Son endured
Surpassed thy soul's unutterable distress.
Before He died, Our Lord said to Saint John,
Whose head had rested on His breast: Behold
Thy Mother, Son. And from that hour, we are told,
The loved disciple took her to his own.
Whose head had rested on His breast: Behold
Thy Mother, Son. And from that hour, we are told,
The loved disciple took her to his own.
O mighty Mother of all sorrow, lean
On him whom Jesus taught to be thy son,
When He Himself was gone. Teach everyone
Of us to be thy child as John has been.
On him whom Jesus taught to be thy son,
When He Himself was gone. Teach everyone
Of us to be thy child as John has been.
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