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,