Who linger here in sorrow.
To weeping Mary standing by,
“Behold thy son!” now hear Him cry,
To John, “Behold thy mother!”
Protect, Lord, those we leave behind,
Let each befriend the other.
Now from his frame exhausted burst
Those few faint words, “I thirst! I thirst!”
O Lord! for our salvation
Thy thirst was great: then help us still