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O Jesus, Thou Fountain of solace and gladness / Of Heaven's high Three second person divine; / Forgive, O forgive me my blindness and madness, / And guide to Thy kingdom this spirit of mine.
Dearly, O Jesus, / Thou boughtest me, / Yon Friday dark / Upon the tree.
Thy foes were numerous, / Fierce and fell; / Few and weak those / Who wished Thee well.
Nigh stood Thy mother, / Full of fears, / Wringing her hands / And bathed in tears.
Often, O Jesus, / Wilfully / With my great sins / I've tortured Thee.
Causing Thy wounds / To open again, / Waking anew / The ancient pain.
All the kindness / Thou hast display'd, / With black ingratitude / I've repaid.
But Jesus, Creator of earth and of ocean, / Who me, a vile sinner, so dearly didst buy; / My damnable ignorance turn to devotion, / And guide my poor soul to Thy courts in the sky.