Image from Vive la Reine. ShareWhat if thy wasted arms are bleeding yet,And wounded with the fetter's cruel trace.
No earthly diadem has ever setA stain upon thy face.
"Child, life and hope were with thee at thy birth;But life soon bowed thy tender form to earth,
And hope forsook thee in thy hour of need.Come, for thy Saviour had his pains divine;
Come, for his brow was crowned with thorns like thine;His sceptre was a reed."