Good Jesus, for whom my heart yearned,
Now so near me, I could discern
So visibly resplendent.

10. Tell us, Francis, how did you fare
    When you had looked on Jesus there?
    With pleasure were my looks aglow,
    And more deeply than speech could say,
    I felt this love stupendous.
11. Tell us, Francis, How did you fare,
    When you had looked on Jesus there?
    Six great wings around Him mantled,
    Five cuts from which He was wounded,
    All cruelly besmirched with blood;
    In such wise was He endued.
12. Tell us, Francis, How did you fare,
    When you had looked on Jesus there?
    At once by love animated,
    And with nails to sorrow fastened,
    Into the Loved One transmuted,
    My whole spirit was renewed.
13. Tell us, Francis, What met your eyes
    Contemplating those scars of Christ?
    The soul so strangely set aflame
    And sealed and signed the body’s flesh,
    As to change to my Love’s image
    In all its fulgent brightness.
14. Tell us, Francis, What met your eyes
    Contemplating those scars of Christ?
    These hands and feet were fixed with nails,
    This right side pierced as with a lance,
    This servant of Christ transfigured
    Into His very likeness.
15. O Francis, crucifer, you show
    The Cross’s signs, we truly know.
16. You bore, all arguments accord,
    The form of our Redeemer Lord.

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