When Jesus Saw His Mother

When Jesus saw His mother stand
Beside His cruel cross of death,
In all His pains He thought of her,
And soothed her with His dying breath.

O perfect pattern, spotless love!
In life, in death, we learn of Thee,
Whose human heart so warmly beat,
To teach us what a child should be.

Ours cannot be as pure as Thine
Who, all Thy holy childhood dear,
Didst never vex Thy mother's soul,
Nor cost her eye a single tear.

But give us tender loving thought,
To feel a mother's inward care;
And still, with many a little art,
To soothe the grief we cannot share.
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