Mary: He who healed our sorrows, Here was bruised and broken. He, whose love no end knows, Here was forsaken, left all alone. Here despair cries boldly Claiming this its vict'ry Sweeter peace enfolds me; Hope did not die here, But here was given. Here is hope. Ooh He who was rejected He knows well my longing. He so long expected Carried our burdens Bore every sorrow Here is hope Here Here is hope! Here is love unbounded Here is love and passion Here is mercy founded. Mary: Hope did not die here, But here was given. And ours is the vict'ry. Here is hope.