God of mercy, let us run Where yon fount of sorrows flows; Pondering sweetly, one by one, Jesu's Wounds and Mary's woes. Ah, those tears Our Lady shed, Enough to drown a world of sin; Tears that Jesu's sorrows fed, Peace and pardon well may win! His five Wounds, a very home, For our prayers and praises prove; And Our Lady's woes become Endless joys in heaven above. Jesus, who for us did die, All on Thee our love we pour; And in the Holy Trinity Worship Thee forevermore.