"What language shall I borrow
to thank Thee, dearest Friend
for this Thy dying sorrow
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never never
outlive my love for Thee"
~Bernard of Clairvaux
Friday, April 22, 2011
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
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