And in Thy dreadful agony sweat blood;
Thou who for me, through ev’ry throbbing vein,
Hast felt the keenest edge of mortal pain;
Whom death led captive through the realms below,
And taught those horrid mysteries of woe:
Defend me, O my God! O save me, Power
Of powers supreme, in that tremendous hour!
Young.
Encompass’d with ten thousand ills,
Press’d by pursuing foes,