O come and mourn with me awhile;
And tar­ry here the cross be­side;
O come, to­ge­ther let us mourn;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While sol­diers scoff and Jews de­ride?
Ah! look how pa­tient­ly He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

How fast His hands and feet are nailed;
His bless­èd tongue with thirst is tied,
His fail­ing eyes are blind with blood:
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

His mo­ther can­not reach His face;
She stands in help­less­ness be­side;
Her heart is mar­tyred with her Son’s:
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

Seven times He spoke, se­ven words of love;
And all three hours His si­lence cried
For mer­cy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

What was Thy crime, my dear­est Lord?
By earth, by Hea­ven, Thou hast been tried,
And guil­ty found of too much love;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

Found guil­ty of ex­cess of love,
It was Thine own sweet will that tied
Thee tight­er far than help­less nails;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

Death came, and Je­sus meek­ly bowed.
His fall­ing eyes He strove to guide
With mind­ful love to Ma­ry’s face;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

O break, O break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guil­ty pride
His Pi­late and His Ju­das were;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

Come, take thy stand be­neath the cross,
And let the blood from out that side
Fall gent­ly on thee drop by drop;
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

A brok­en heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be de­nied;
A brok­en heart love’s cra­dle is:
Jesus, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!

O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act your strength is tried;
And vic­to­ry re­mains with Love;
For He, our Love, is cru­ci­fied!