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On the cross I see Jesus Christ stretched out, naked, feet and hands nailed through, the right side the open wound; His crown of jewels, thorns; jeered at from all sides by the world's riffraff; on his frame he bears the heavy weight of our criminal natures, and a heart stirred, illumined only by love defeats death and an angry crowd of hostile people. Patience, humility. obedience, and the soul's other strengths, these were His stars a unique constellation of charity made God's son lovely. The harsh struggle, these virtues, that pardon, His way of dying made goodness once for all magnificent. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LXXX:240. See also B S1:77:123; in MS V2; Valgrisi 78. Translation: Jerrold 287; McAuliffe 105; Gibaldi 41. A fourteenth in a series meditating Christ. Key |
