THE FLESH.
"Sweet, thou art pale." "More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father's wrath for me."
"Sweet, thou art sad." "Beneath a rod More heavy, Christ for my sake trod The winepress of the wrath of God."
"Sweet, thou art weary." "Not so Christ: Whose mighty love of me sufficed For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist."
"Sweet, thou art footsore." "If I bleed, His feet have bled: yea, in my need His Heart once bled for mine indeed."