O perfect God, Thy love As perfect Man did share Here upon earth each form of ill Thy fellow men must bear. Now from the tree of scorn We hear Thy voice again; Thou Who didst take our mortal flesh Hast felt our mortal pain. Thy body suffers thirst, Parched are Thy lips and dry: How poor the offering man can bring Thy thirst to satisfy! O Savior, by Thy thirst Borne on the cross of shame, Grant us in all our sufferings leave To glorify Thy Name. That through each pain and grief Our souls may onward move To gain more likeness to Thy life, More knowledge of Thy love.
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