Thy Bloody Sweat, yet yieldedst there
To do thy Father’s will;
Grant to me too a heart resign’d
To suffer, and a zealous mind Thy statutes to fulfil!
Jesus, who like a sheep away
To be to greedy wolves a prey,
Wert led a victim meek;
From hellish rancour set me free,
And make my inmost heart, like thee.
Love’s winsome, language speak!
Jesus, who sawest, that sad night,
Thy own, thy chosen, take to flight,
And leave their Lord by stealth;
Let pain not tear us from thy side,
Nor waver we, tho’ us betide Prosperity and wealth!
Jesus, who silent stoodst accused,
With bands thy sacred Arms abused,
Yet free from wrath in will;
May I like thee my tongue refrain,
And every evil thought restrain,
Thy precepts to fulfil!
Jesus, whom Peter thrice denied,
But moved by thee to weeping, hied His crime to expiate;
Oh, never may I thee deny.
But ah! if fallen, purify My sin, ere yet too late!
Jesu, the Judge of glory dread,
Thou who Wert falsely judged and led
In mock regalia clad;
May I this solemn part fulfil.
And judge myself, but think no ill, —
Not even of the bad!
Jesu, when scourged, and buffeted,
And spit upon, thy guiltless Head
From every fault was free;
How fitly this on me would fall!
But through thy pains from Satan’s thrall
May I deliver’d be!
Jesu, with thorns they crown thy Brow,
And with the knee inmock’ry bow
To thee th’ almighty King;
Let me, O Lord, with love sincere,
In humble zeal and childlike fear,
To thee my homage bring!
Jesu, led forth before their sight,
The Jews reject thee in despite, And set a robber free;
Oh, let not me, devoid of grace,
