On the Sorrowing Christ’s Heartfelt, Painful Prayer

He who made the earth now falls face down
on that same earth. He prays, who is most worthy of our prayer.
He who saves us all from pain trembles in his pain.
Prostrate, he lifts our faces up to heaven.
As one man's fall destroyed our innocence,
so the other's fall saves us from guilt.
There he sinks into the abyss; here, he draws us
by his merit up to the light of God's grace.

The Unshakeable who split the rock, now shakes;
who made the earth quake, now quakes with dread and fear.
God's thundering wrath shatters his every nerve
so that you, my soul, obtain salvation's power.
His blood's balm flows from his body's broken vessel
and pours on you the fragrance of its peace.

Click here to read this sonnet in the original German.

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