Fountain of Mercy flowed from the hill

Illumine my path, be a guide on my path.

May your cross and your journey with it

Be always, for me, a source of renewed strength.

You loved me, dear Lord, loved till the end:

Though you are my God, you became man like me.

Your deep agony and the sweat of blood

Was just the start of the act of highest love.

Why Lord you said ‘yes’ when they scourged and crowned,

When they spat upon your face, so sweet and kind?

Why were you silent when you could well be free?

Why oh Lord! Why you loved a poor sinner like me?

Love, seen by no eyes, heard by no ear,

Was manifested when the nails pierced you through.

No, never again will I stray Lord,

For I’ll hold on to that tree, on which you hung.