Text Box: Holy Virgin, please allow me Wounds of Your Son to pervade me, As on them, I contemplate. (2) Seeing my Son so maltreated With long, sharp thorns, His Head wreathed, My soul swoons at this cruel sight. (2) Holy Mother, please share with me, Your deep sorrow, hear this my plea, Over your Son’s bleeding Head. (2)

Oh, that I Your Mother grieving

Could in some way help relieving

Your severe pain, 0 my Son. (2)

 

I beg you, 0 Blessed Mary

Your Son’s heavy cross to carry

With my love and no complaint. (2)

 

Mary’s Dialog with the Soul