O dearest Jesus, what law hast thou broken

That such sharp sentance should on Thee be spoken?

Of what great crime hast Thou to make confession-

What dark transgression?

They crown Thy head with thorns, they smite, they scourge Thee;

With cruel mockings to the cross they urge thee;

They give Thee gall to drink, they still decry thee;

They crucify Thee.

Whence come these sorrows, whence this mortal anguish?

It is my sins for which thou, Lord, must languish;

Yea, all the wrath, the woe, Thou dost inherit,

This I do merit.

The sinless Son of God must die in sadness;

The sinful child of manmay live in gladness;

Man forfeited his life and it acquitted-

God is committed.

O wondrous love, whose depth no heart hath sounded,

That brought Thee here, by foes and theives surrounded!

All worldly pleasures, heedless, I was trying

While Thou wert dying.

~Johann Heermann

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