The Exaltation of the Holy Cross
Gaze upon your Savior, Jesus
Love’s sweet victim crucified,
Lovingly he pleads for comfort
For your love he sweetly died….
“If you look upon My sufferings,
Contemplation will reveal
No sound spot on My body;
Wounded, bleeding, see Love’s seal.
“See My Face with spittle covered;
Blood blinds eyes all-seeing now;
Mouth with gall is all embittered
Crown entwined about my brow….
“Not with roses have they crowned Me,
Thorny wreath has pierced My head.
Not one found to help or pity
Midst a throng by fury led.
“Look once more, hands, feet are bleeding,
Riven by huge, cruel nails:
There is no soundness in My Body,
Wound on Wound My love reveals.
“See the dwelling for my loved ones
Where the lance has forced its way!
Here the soul who loves Me only
Lives detached; I am her stay.”
Saint Paul of the Cross
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