Now, my soul, arise, thy Lord at­tend­ing;
Follow to Geth­se­ma­ne.
Lo! what won­drous grief His soul is rend­ing!
Wondrous grief en­dured for thee.
To the ground be­hold the Sav­ior fall­eth!
Lo! for help His wound­ed spir­it call­eth!
Lo! His blood the earth b­edews,
Whilst His pray­er thy Lord re­news.

Ah! be­hold! for thee the Sav­ior groan­eth;
Him thy sins thus wound and grieve:
For thy guilt His pre­cious blood aton­eth,
And His death doth thine re­lieve;
Oh then ne’er dis­dain, oh ne’er dis­own Him:
Ever in thy love, my soul, en­throne Him:
On the cross where Je­sus died
To the world be cru­ci­fied.