Hymn to St. Peregrine
Great the virtues which he showed,
He whose brow with glory glowed,
When God’s Mother gave him grace
‘Mid her own to find his place.
To the cross he firmly clung,
Wept the wounds that Jesus wrung,
Mary’s Sorrows fired his heart,
Till he shared her bitter smart.
Herald he of words that win
Hardened sinners back from sin,
Robber bands he drew by love,
Suppliants of heaven above.
Did the poor his bounty crave,
Largess beyond hope he gave;
For, at once at Jesus’ touch,
Scanty food was turned to much.
He, whatever pains oppressed,
Never laid him down to rest;
Standing, fasting, worked for God,
He in Jesus’ footsteps trod.
When his limb in peril stood,
Christ, in pity, from the rood
Readied his hand and all the wound
Healed, the flesh grew sweet and sound.
Glory, laud, and honor be
To Three in One and One in Three
May his servant aid to bring
Us to heaven to see the King.