'Sweet, thou art pale.' 'More pale to see,Christ hung upon the cruel treeAnd bore His Father's wrath for me.'
'Sweet, thou art sad.' 'Beneath a rodMore heavy, Christ for my sake trodThe winepress of the wrath of God.'
'Sweet, thou art weary.' 'Not so Christ:Whose mighty love of me sufficedFor Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.'
'Sweet, thou art footsore.' 'If I bleed,His feet have bled; yea in my needHis Heart once bled for mine indeed.'