The Hymn of the Virgin at the Foot of the Cross

Fruit of my womb, You march Towards a wicked death; And You bear this trial alone, Abandoned by Peter who promised "I shall never deny You at your passing!" Thomas, too, abandoned You, he who exclaimed "Let us all die with You." And the others, too, Friends and followers, Judges of the twelve tribes, Where are they now? Not one of them is here; but alone, Deserted, You go for mankind to your death! Yet it is You who saved them all, You are the oblation for them all, My Son and my Lord!"