Truly blessed is this station, Low before His cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Flowing in His languid eye. Here it is I find my heaven, While I gaze upon the Lamb. Love I much, I've much forgiven, I'm a miracle of grace. Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears His feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from His death. May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove His wounds each day more healing, And Himself more deeply know.