O King of the Friday
Whose limbs were stretched on the cross,
O Lord who did suffer
The bruises, the wounds, the loss.
We stretch ourselves
Beneath the shield of thy might,
Some fruit from the tree of thy passion
Fall on us this night! (z angielskiego brewiarza)
Super me transierunt irae tuae (psalm 88 [87]:17a).
Whose limbs were stretched on the cross,
O Lord who did suffer
The bruises, the wounds, the loss.
We stretch ourselves
Beneath the shield of thy might,
Some fruit from the tree of thy passion
Fall on us this night! (z angielskiego brewiarza)
Super me transierunt irae tuae (psalm 88 [87]:17a).