On the cross I see Jesus Christ stretched out,

On the cross I see Jesus Christ stretched out,
naked, feet and hands nailed through, the right side
the open wound; His crown of jewels, thorns;
jeered at from all sides by the world's riffraff;

on his frame he bears the heavy weight of
our criminal natures, and a heart stirred,
illumined only by love defeats death
and an angry crowd of hostile people.

Patience, humility. obedience,
and the soul's other strengths, these were His stars
a unique constellation of charity

made God's son lovely. The harsh struggle, these
virtues, that pardon, His way of dying
made goodness once for all magnificent.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V LXXX:240. See also B S1:77:123; in MS V2; Valgrisi 78. Translation: Jerrold 287; McAuliffe 105; Gibaldi 41. A fourteenth in a series meditating Christ. Key

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