Jesu, show us Thy sal­va­tion,
In Thy strength we strive with Thee,
By Thy mys­tic in­car­na­tion,
By Thy pure na­ti­vi­ty;
Save us Thou, our New-Cre­at­or,
Into all our souls im­part,
Thy di­vine, un­sin­ning na­ture,
Form Thy­self with­in our heart.

By Thy first blood-shed­ding heal us;
Cut us off from ev­ery sin,
By Thy cir­cum­ci­sion seal us,
Write Thy law of love with­in;
By Thy Spir­it cir­cum­cise us,
Kindle in our hearts a flame;
By Thy bap­tism bap­tize us
Into Thy all glo­ri­ous name.

By Thy fast­ing and temp­ta­tion
Mortify our vain de­sires,
Take away what sense, or pas­sion,
Appetite, or flesh re­quires:
Arm us with Thy self de­ni­al,
Every tempt­ed soul de­fend,
Save us in the fie­ry tri­al,
Make us faith­ful to the end.

By Thy sor­er suf­fer­ings save us,
Save us when con­formed to Thee,
By Thy mi­se­ries re­ceive us,
By Thy pain­ful ago­ny;
When be­neath Thy frown we lang­uish,
When we feel Thine an­ger’s weight,
Save us by Thine un­known ang­uish,
Save us by Thy bloody sweat.

By that high­est point of pas­sion,
By Thy suf­fer­ings on the tree,
Save us from the in­dig­na­tion
Due to all man­kind, and me;
Hanging, bleed­ing, pant­ing, dy­ing,
Gasping out Thy lat­est breath,
By Thy pre­cious death’s ap­ply­ing
Save us from eter­nal death.

From the world of care re­lease us,
By Thy de­cent bu­ri­al save,
Crucified with Thee, O Je­sus,
Hide us in Thy qui­et grave:
By Thy pow­er di­vine­ly glo­ri­ous,
By Thy re­sur­rect­ion’s pow­er
Raise us up, o’er sin vic­to­ri­ous,
Raise us up to fall no more.

By the pomp of Thine as­cend­ing,
Live we here to Hea­ven re­stored,
Live in plea­sures ne­ver end­ing,
Share the por­tion of our Lord:
Let us have our con­ver­sa­tion
With the bless­èd spir­its above,
Saved with all Thy great sal­va­tion,
Perfectly re­newed in love.

Glorious Head, tri­um­phant Sav­ior,
High en­throned above all height,
We have now through Thee found fa­vor,
Righteous in Thy Fa­ther’s sight:
Hears He not Thy pray­er un­ceas­ing?
Can He turn away Thy face:
Send us down the pur­chased bless­ing,
Fullness of the Gos­pel grace.

By the com­ing of Thy Spir­it,
As a migh­ty rush­ing wind,
Save us in­to all Thy mer­it,
Into all Thy sin­less mind;
Let the per­fect gift be giv­en,
Let Thy will in us be seen,
Done on earth as ’tis in Hea­ven,
Lord, Thy Spir­it cries Amen!