When Our Heads are Bow’d with Woe

WHEN our heads are bow’d with woe, When our bitter tears o’erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Gracious Son of Mary, hear! Thou, our throbbing flesh hast worn; Thou, our mortal griefs hast borne; Thou hast shed the human tear; Gracious Son of Mary, hear! When the sullen death-bell tolls For our own […]

Pierce the Gloom

Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, triumph o’er the shades of night; Dayspring from on high, be near; Daystar, in my heart appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn unaccompanied by thee; joyless is the day’s return, till thy mercy’s beams I see, till they […]

Son, I Beseech You, Don’t Sleep Anymore

This is one of my favourite prayer-poems, by Michel Quoist in his book “Prayers of Life” “I shall be in agony till the end of time,” God says. I shall be crucified till the end of time. My sons the Christians don’t seem to realize it. I am scourged, buffeted, stretched out, crucified; I die […]