Ah, Holy Jesus

Ah, holy Jesu, 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, Jesu, hath undone thee.’Twas I, Lord Jesu, I it was denied thee:I crucified thee.

Lo, the good Shepherd for the sheep is offer’d:The slave hath sinnéd, and the Son hath suffer’d:For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth,God intercedeth.

For me, kind Jesu, was thy Incarnation,Thy mortal sorrow, and thy life’s oblation:Thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion,For my salvation.

Therefore, kind Jesu, since I cannot pay thee,I do adore thee, and will ever pray theeThink on thy pity and thy love unswerving,Not my deserving.