VI. Yes! Thou art what Thou seem'st to be, A thing of smiles and tears; Yet Thou art God, and heaven and earth Adore Thee with their fears. VII. Yes! dearest Babe! those tiny hands, That play with Mary's hair, The weight of all the mighty world This very moment bear. VIII. While thou art clasping Mary's neck In timid tight embrace, The boldest Seraphs veil themselves Before Thine infant Face. IX. When Mary hath appeased Thy thirst, And hushed Thy feeble cry, The hearts of men lie open still X. Art Thou, weak Babe! my very God? OI must love Thee then, Love Thee, and yearn to spread Thy love Among forgetful men. XI. O dear! O wakeful-hearted Child! Sleep on, dear Jesus! sleep; For Thou must one day wake for me To suffer and to weep. XII. A Scourge, a Cross, a cruel Crown Have I in store for Thee; Yet why? one little tear, O Lord! XIII. But no! death is thine own sweet will, The price decreed above; Thou wilt do more than save our souls, For Thou wilt die for love. VI. JESUS CRUCIFIED. I. O come and mourn with me awhile; See, Mary calls us to her side; O come and let us mourn with her,Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! II. Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah! look how patiently He hangs, Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! III. How fast His Hands and Feet are nailed; His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied, IV. His Mother cannot reach His Face; She stands in helplessness beside, Her heart is martyred with her Son's,― Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! V. Seven times He spoke, seven words of love, And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men ; Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! D |