Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,

That mortal judgment hath on Thee descended?

By foes derided, by Thin own rejected,

O most afflicted.

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee?

It is my treason, Lord, that hath undone Thee.

'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied Thee;

I crucified Thee.

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;

The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered.

For my atonement, though I nothing heeded,

God interceded.

For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation,

Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life's oblation;

Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion,

For my salvation.

Therefore, dear Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee,

I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee.

Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving.

Not my deserving.