Full Lyrics
The crowds that waved palms now deride.
He is by Peter thrice denied.
And faithless the apostles flee.
God ruined, who could stay to see?
The passion of the Church begun,
His body Mystic set upon,
defiled by ruthless hands,
in blows and curses, spit and bands.
Crucified in sorrow great,
His truths are posed as crimes of hate.
When His commandments none will teach,
His blood cannot His members reach.
Disfigured and of beauty reft,
He sees below a remnant left.
And in His gasping pleas He entrusts you,
faithful Mother to these.
Three days of darkness He lies slain.
No semblance of His Church remains,
extinguished by the blindness of sin
and the betrayals from within.
O Mother will your triumph be,
now when His foes claim victory?
O will He find faith upon the earth
apart from you who gave Him birth?
While it appears the faith is gone,
alone in you the faith lives on.
I will not dwell in faithless gloom,
nor hasten to an empty tomb.
He came all glorious to you,
His wounded hands outstretched anew.
And I believe with my whole heart, I believe,
His body will rise and receive the victory!
