| In monte olivis consitoRedemptor orans, procidit,
 Mœret, pavescit, deficit,
 Sudor manans sanguinis.
A proditore traditusRaptatur in pœnas Deus,
 Durisque vinctus nexibus
 Flagris eruentis cæditur.
Intexta acutis sentibus,Corona contumelyæ,
 Squallenti amictum purpura,
 Regem coronat gloriæ.
Molis crucem ter arduæ,Sudans, anhelans concidens,
 Ad montis usque verticem
 Gestare vi compellitur.
Confixus atro stipiteInter scelestos innocens,
 Orando pro tortoribus,
 Exsanguis efflat spiritum.
Gloria tibi DomineQui natus es de Virgine,
 Cum Patre et Sancto Spiritu
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | The Mount of Olives witnessethThe awful agony of God:
 His soul is sorrowful to death,
 His sweat of blood bedews the sod.
And now the traitor’s work is done:The clamorous crowds around Him surge;
 Bound to pillar, God the Son
 Quivers beneath the blood-red scourge.
Lo! clad in purple soiled and worn,Meekly the Saviour waiteth now
 While wretches plait the cruel thorn
 To crown with shame His royal brow.
Sweating and sighing, faint with lossOf what hath flowed from life’s red fount,
 He bears the exceeding heavy Cross
 Up to the verge of Calvary’s mount.
Nailed to the wood of ancient curse,Between two thieves the Sinless One
 Still praying for His murderers,
 Breathes forth His soul, and all is done!
Glory to Thee, and honor meet,Jesu, of Maiden-Mother born,
 And Father and the Paraclete,
 Through endless ages of the morn!
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