MARY (MOTHER)
He who healed our sorrows
Here was bruised and broken.
He whose love no end knows
Here was forsaken,
Left all alone.
Here despair cries boldly,
Claiming this its vict'ry.
Sweeter peace enfolds me:
Hope did not die here,
But here was given.
Here is Hope.
He who was rejected,
He knows well my longing
He, so long expected
Carried our burdens,
Bore ev'ry sorrow:
Here is Hope!
Here is love unbounded,
Here is all compassion,
Here is mercy founded!
Hope did not die here,
But here was given;
And ours is the vict'ry.
Here is Hope.