Thoughts from Sara:
"What language shall I borrow
to praise thee, dearest friend,
for this, thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
O make me thine for ever,
and, should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee.
"O Sacred Head Now Wounded" words attr. to Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th century; translated (English) James W. Alexander, 1830
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