O bride of Christ is bleeding;
On the Altar-cross for thee

Hear Him interceding!

4 The lips, whence sped
Life to the dead,

Silence now are keeping;

Let the crowd about the Cross Watch with wail and weeping.

5 O happy he

Who constantly

Thinks, with tears unnumbered, How the very Lord of lords 'Neath the death-pall slumbered.

6 O Jesu blest,

My Hope, my Rest! Grant, with tears I pray Thee, I may live and I may die Yearning to obey Thee!