earth of sin and strife; I rise from dreams of time, Holy One complains: "Long have I waited here,

CONCLUDED.

An angel guides my feet. And tho' thou heed'st not me.

3 In the womb of Maiden meek,
In the Cradle, on the Tree,
Heart of undying love,

It lived, loved, broke for me:
While around me thunders peal,
Yet, as then, behold me now,
By Thy pierced and wounded Hands,
By Thy torn and bleeding Brow.

4 O voice of the inward ear! O voice of complaining love! O Thou art awful God,

To realms below and above! Thou waitest and pleadest here,

And canst not from us part, O veiled and wondrous Son! O love of the Sacred Heart!