Forgive, O Fa­ther! Je­sus cries;
Lord, may Thy pray­er for us arise;
Cleanse us from our trans­gress­ion:
Our guilt Thou know­est―Thou alone;
Accept, Lord, our con­fess­ion.

Grant us ere long in pa­ra­dise
On Thee to rest our joy­ful eyes;
This hope Thy death pro­cur­èd:
We had those dy­ing pains de­served
Which thy great love en­dur­èd.

Lord, by the thought of all Thy pain,
Turn us from plea­sures false and vain;
Our love to Thee awak­en,
O Thou for us upon the cross
Awhile of God for­sak­en!

When Thou in death didst bow Thine head,
Thou crièd­est, It is fin­ish­èd,
The work of our sal­va­tion:
Oh who can wor­thi­ly praise Thee,
Our great pro­pi­ti­ation!