'Sweet, thou art pale.' 'More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father's wrath for me.'
'Sweet, thou art sad.' 'Beneath a rod More heavy, Christ for my sake trod The winepress of the wrath of God.'
'Sweet, thou art weary.' 'Not so Christ: Whose mighty love of me sufficed For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.'
'Sweet, thou art footsore.' 'If I bleed, His feet have bled; yea in my need His Heart once bled for mine indeed.'
'Sweet, thou art young.' 'So He was young Who for my sake in silence hung Upon the Cross with Passion wrung.'
'Look, thou art fair.' 'He was more fair Than men, Who deigned for me to wear A visage marred beyond compare.'
'And thou hast riches.' 'Daily bread: All else is His: Who, living, dead, For me lacked where to lay His Head.'
'And life is sweet.' 'It was not so To Him, Whose Cup did overflow With mine unutterable woe.'
'Thou drinkest deep.' 'When Christ would sup He drained the dregs from out my cup: So how should I be lifted up?'
'Thou shalt win Glory.' 'In the skies, Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyes Lest they should look on vanities.'
'Thou shalt have Knowledge.' 'Helpless dust! In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust: Answer Thou for me, Wise and Just.'
'And Might.'— 'Get thee behind me. Lord, Who hast redeemed and not abhorred My soul, oh keep it by Thy Word.'