Ponder my soul,
with anxious delight,
with bitter joy,
and torn, anguished heart,
in Jesus' agonies
your highest good,
how from the thorns that pierce him
heavenly flowers bloom.
You can pick much sweet fruit
from his bitter wormwood,
so look on him without ceasing!
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with anxious delight,
with bitter joy,
and torn, anguished heart,
in Jesus' agonies
your highest good,
how from the thorns that pierce him
heavenly flowers bloom.
You can pick much sweet fruit
from his bitter wormwood,
so look on him without ceasing!
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J. S. Bach, 19 Arioso (Bass), Interrogation and Flagellation (Part II), St. John Passion
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