For a Woman in Travail

Jesus, help! no longer tarry,
Hasten to redeem Thine own:
Son of God, and Son of Mary,
Answering to Thy creature's groan,
Now omnipotently near,
Prince of life in death appear.

Save her by Thy righteous merit
From the just reward of sin:
By the travail of Thy Spirit,
Bring the timely succours in;
By Thy passion on the tree
Save a soul that gasps to Thee.

Soften, sanctify the anguish,
Sad memorial of her fall;
Let her on Thy bosom languish,
Till Thou bring her safe through all,
Ransom'd from the' extreme distress,
Bid her live in perfect peace.

God of her complete salvation,
Heal, and bid her body rise;
Let her soul with exultation
Mount to Thee beyond the skies;
Happy as Thy saints above,
Lost in her Redeemer's love.