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Show The Altar of Repose. The lights burn dim and low Beside His tomb; Sad mourners come and go , In the pale gloom. 1 Each silent worshiper, ' " " With mournful eyes, , Kneels by the Sepulchre Where Our Lord lies. For us He did not spurn A world of sin Whose Sacred Heart doth yearn Our love to win. Mother, who knelt by 'Him On Calvary When the whole world grew dim, We pray to thee; By His pierced Hands and Feet, And thorn-crowned Brow, Mary, for all entreat His pardon now. . For those who would not hear E'en when He knocked, Who struck with scourge and spear And spat and mocked. Ah, pray for those who slew With lance and nail And those who loved and knew And yet could fail. - Isabel Clarke in the Westminster Gazette. |
