That I may count all knowledge loss,
Save Jesus crucified!
Jesus, in spices wrapp’d and laid
Within the garden’s rocky shade,
By jealous seals made sure;
Embalm me with thy grace, and hide
Thy servant in thy wounded Side,
With heav’nly sepulture!
Jesu, the while thy course is bent
Th’ imprison’d spirits long detent
In triumph to release;
Lord, set me free from all my pains,
Nor bind me down in hellish chains
To woes that never cease!
Jesu, when risen from the dead,
Thy vision quickly comforted
The hearts that mourn’d for thee;
From sin let me, too, live again,
That, cleansed from every earthly stain,
I yet my Lord may see!
Jesu, to thy disciples shewn
To Emmaus bound, yet all unknown
Companion of their way;
Let me thy inward sight enjoy,
Nor wayward thoughts from thee decoy
My communing away!
Jesus, who didst in triumph rise
To heav’n on high, and there the prize Of victory receive;
Let me too thither run the race,
And stumble not, but thee embrace
When I the goal achieve!
Jesus, who didst the Paraclete Send down from heaven, and so complete
Thy mission from above;
Oh, may the Holy Spirit’s fire
With truth divine our hearts inspire,
And gifts of heav’nly love!
Jesu, thy Mother thou hast raised
Above the heav’ns, o’er all appraised,
Next thee her throne upon;
My Jesu, turn to me thy face,
In heav’n, O Mother full of grace,
Implore for me thy Son!
Jesus, who wilt hereafter come
To judge our deeds, and fix our doom,
In majesty untold;
Oh, may I now, whilst thou art near,
Seek thee in love, lest then in fear I should thy wrath behold!
Mighty Creator, deign to hear,
Vouchsafe to listen, Saviour dear;
