O Jesu Christ, if Aught There Be

O Je­su Christ

if aught there be

That

more than all be­side

In ev­er pain­ful me­mo­ry

Must in my heart ab­ide

It is that deep in­gra­ti­tude

Which I to Thee have shown

Who didst for me in tears and blood

Upon the cross atone.

Alas

how with my act­ions all

Has this de­fect en­twined;

How has it poi­soned with its gall

My spir­it

heart and mind!

Alas

through this

how ma­ny a gem

I’ve rude­ly cast away

That might have formed my di­adem

In ev­er­last­ing day!

Yet though the time be past and gone

Though lit­tle more re­mains:

Though naught is all that can be done

E’en with my ut­most pains;

Still will I strive

O Sav­ior mine

To do what in me lies;

For nev­er did Thy glance di­vine

A con­trite heart des­pise.