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Mary Magdalen at the Cross
With her clasped hands upraised against the wood
Stained by His blood,
Beneath the Saviour's piercèd feet she knelt
And weeping felt
The sprinkled drops from that ensanguined Tree
Where Jesus hung to set the sinner free.
Stained by His blood,
Beneath the Saviour's piercèd feet she knelt
And weeping felt
The sprinkled drops from that ensanguined Tree
Where Jesus hung to set the sinner free.
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'Mid darkness deep the glory from His face
Illumed the place,
And showed her anguished eyes uplifted there,
And golden hair,
Which once had wiped the drenching tears away
From His dear feet upon a happier day.
Illumed the place,
And showed her anguished eyes uplifted there,
And golden hair,
Which once had wiped the drenching tears away
From His dear feet upon a happier day.
Unutterable love and sorrow now
Sat on her brow,
As for her sins He gave His precious blood,
A cleansing flood:
Down from His outstretched hands and thorncrowned head
The mighty ransom, drop by drop was shed.
Sat on her brow,
As for her sins He gave His precious blood,
A cleansing flood:
Down from His outstretched hands and thorncrowned head
The mighty ransom, drop by drop was shed.
Lord, be it mine beneath Thy Cross to kneel,
And daily feel
The tenderness of gratitude and grief;
And find relief
From haunting fears that on the conscience rise
In presence of the Glorious Sacrifice.
And daily feel
The tenderness of gratitude and grief;
And find relief
From haunting fears that on the conscience rise
In presence of the Glorious Sacrifice.
And when the changing winds of Error blow
Men to and fro;
As ivy clings to the sustaining tree
May I to Thee
Cling evermore, O Lord, and safe abide,
Clasping in life and death the Crucified!
Men to and fro;
As ivy clings to the sustaining tree
May I to Thee
Cling evermore, O Lord, and safe abide,
Clasping in life and death the Crucified!
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