  The Way of Sorrows Thou hast trod, Dear suffering Saviour, Lamb of God! And now, O nameless agony! They nail Thee to the cruel Tree. With bleeding brow and breaking heart, Thou bearest, Lord, Thy baleful part;— And sorer far than we can see, Thy Passion’s painful mystery. Yet here, triumphant o’er our sins, Thy blessed reign on earth begins,— And boundless empire waits for Thee, O thorn-crowned King of Calvary! Before Thy Cross the world shall bow; Victor, because the Victim, Thou:— Thy dying love, O Christ, shall be The bond that draws all hearts to Thee.
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