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.