Episode notes
- Lo, how the savage crew Of our proud sins hath rent The Heart of our all-gracious God, That Heart so innocent.
- The soldiers quivering lance Our guilt it was that drave, Our wicked deeds that to its point Such cruel sharpness gave.
- O wounded Heart, whence sprang The Church, the Saviours bride; Thou Door of our Salvations Ark Set in its mystic side.
- Thou holy fount, whence flows The sacred sevenfold flood. Where we our filthy roles may cleanse In the Lambs saving Blood:
- By sorrowful relapse, Thee will we rend no more; But like the flames, those types of love, Strive heavenward to soar.
- Father and Son supreme And Spirit, hear our cry; Whose is the kingdom, praise and power, Through all eternity.