Anonymous, tr. Frederick W. Faber

“ To endless ages let us praise
The Precious Blood whose price could raise
⁠The world from wrath and sin;
Whose streams our inward thirst appease,
And heal the sinner's worst disease,
⁠If he but bathe therein. ”

“ Hymn to the Sacred Wounds of Jesus
God of mercy let us run
⁠Where yon fount of sorrow flows,
Pondering sweetly one by one,
⁠Jesu's wounds and Mary's woes.
Ah! those tears our Lady shed,
⁠Enough to drown a world of sin ”