Lord, through this ho­ly week of our sal­va­tion,
Which Thou hast won for us who went as­tray,
In all the con­flict of Thy sore temp­ta­tion,
We would con­tin­ue with Thee day by day.

We would not leave Thee,
Though our weak en­dur­ance
Make us un­wor­thy here to take our part;
Yet give us strength to trust the sweet as­sur­ance
That Thou, O Lord, art great­er than our heart.

Thou didst for­give Thine own
Who slept for sor­row,
Thou didst have pi­ty, O have pi­ty now,
And let us watch through
Each sad eve and mor­row
With Thee, in ho­ly pray­er and so­lemn vow.

Along that sac­red way where Thou art lead­ing,
Which Thou didst take
To save our souls from loss,
Let us go al­so, till we see Thee plead­ing
In all pre­vail­ing pray­er up­on Thy cross.

Until Thou see Thy bit­ter tra­vail’s end­ing,
The world re­deemed, the will of God com­plete,
And, to Thy Fa­ther’s hands
Thy soul com­mend­ing,
Thou lay the work He gave Thee at His feet.