Bernard of Clairvaux Archive

1 O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surounded with thorns, thine only crown: how pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn! 2 …

1 Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts! Thou fount of life! Thou light of men! From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee again. 2 Thy truth unchanged has ever stood; Thou savest those that on Thee call; To …