RESIGNATION. LORD, it belongs not to my care To love and serve thee is my share, If short-yet why should I be sad, Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that into God's kingdom comes, Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be ? Then I shall end my sad complaints, And join with the triumphant saints, My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with him. BAXTER. FOR GOOD FRIDAY. STABAT Mater dolorosa, Cujus animam gementem, O quam tristis et afflicta Quæ mærebat et dolebat, Quis est homo qui non fleret Quis non posset contristari Pro peccatis suæ gentis Vidit suum dulcem natum, Moriendo desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. FOR GOOD FRIDAY. By the cross unheeded sighing, Through her heart, with sorrows riven, Blest of women-with what anguish How she watched, in bitterest moaning, Fainting, sickening, trembling, groaning, All the tortures of her Son! Lives there one, who, coldly gazing, To the cross, where, broken-hearted, Wounded for the world's transgression, Murdered to make intercession, Scourged by those he came to save, That sweet Son, by most forsaken, It is hoped that no one will object to the slight alterations by which the remainder of this hymn is transferred to the true object of worship. Jesus, fountain of compassion, Holy Father, hear my crying, Since for me, by foes surrounded, Let me by his cross lie weeping, There, by his blest Mother bending, Make me, each ill lust denying, Jesu! from the death eternal, When the worms this flesh inherit, |