Upon Your sacred heart my sins pierced;
Wound and broken, my sins You bore;
On the Holy Wood, Calvary top, You hang;
Despised, abandoned and naked;
No beautiful nor eloquent words suffice.
Scourged innocently,
Flogged innocently,
Shamed innocently,
Spat on innocently,
Bled innocently,
Crucified innocently,
Interred for my sins innocently,
I held the hammer on my hand,
Condeming You.
No beautiful nor eloquent words suffice.
The darkness lied and tried to hide the day in death;
Yet Your glory can never be bound;
In the deepest of our sorrows, You shone bright;
Your wounds to us, windows of hope;
Now the sounds of Alleluia resound in our hearts and heaven above;
No beautiful nor eloquent words suffice.
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