Lord Je­su! may Thy grief and pain,
May all Thy tri­bu­lation,
For ev­er in my sight remain,
My con­stant con­tem­pla­tion.
So whilst I see Thee cru­ci­fied,
I for Thy sake will sin avoid,
On Thee my thoughts re­pos­ing.

Lo! to our world of mi­se­ry
Thou from Thy throne des­cend­est!
Stripes, scorn, dis­grace, Thou tak’st on Thee!
Life on the cross Thou end­est!
A re­fuge for our souls to make,
And that our tres­pass, for Thy sake,
With God may be aton­èd.

Lord Je­su! may Thy grief and pain—
May all Thy bit­ter ang­uish
My re­fuge be, my soul sus­tain,
When at the last I lang­uish.
Oh grant that through Thy death I may
In peace con­clude life’s sor­row­ing day:
Bless my de­par­ture.