Ah, Holy Jesus

Ah

ho­ly Je­sus

how hast Thou of­fend­ed

That man to judge Thee hath in hate pre­tend­ed?

By foes de­rid­ed

by Thine own re­ject­ed

O most af­flict­ed.

Who was the guil­ty? Who brought this up­on Thee?

Alas

my trea­son

Je­sus

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 man’s atone­ment

while he no­thing heed­eth

God in­ter­ced­eth.

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

kind 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.