‘ Sweet, thou art pale.’
‘ More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father's wrath for me.’
‘ Sweet, thou art sad.’
‘ Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The winepress of the wrath of God.’
‘ Sweet, thou art weary.’
‘ Not so Christ:
Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.’
‘ Sweet, thou art footsore.’
‘ If I bleed,
His feet have bled; yea in my need
His Heart once bled for mine indeed.’