For the world’s redemption to redeem our loss?
Where with thorns they crowned Thee, I would see a rose
Thy pierced hands uplifted raise us from our woes.
Where the spear once entered Saviour draw me in,
Let the blood and water cleanse me from all sin.
Those Thy feet sore wounded let my tears anoint
With heartfelt repentance my feet homeward point.
Written by: Fr. Albert Jungers
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.