Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it had swooned
In His very blood away.
Fac me plangis vulnerari.
Fac me cruce inebriari.
Et cruore Filii.
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die
In His awful judgment day.
Flammis ne urar succensus,
Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
In die judicii.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defense,
Be Thy Cross my victory.
Christi, cum sit hinc exire,
Da per matrem me venire
Ad palmam victoriae.
While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise
Safe in Paradise with Thee. Amen.
Quando corpus morietur,
Fac ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria. Amen.
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