Forgive, O Father! Jesus cries;
Lord, may Thy prayer for us arise;
Cleanse us from our transgression:
Our guilt Thou knowest―Thou alone;
Accept, Lord, our confession.
Grant us ere long in paradise
On Thee to rest our joyful eyes;
This hope Thy death procurèd:
We had those dying pains deserved
Which thy great love endurèd.
Lord, by the thought of all Thy pain,
Turn us from pleasures false and vain;
Our love to Thee awaken,
O Thou for us upon the cross
Awhile of God forsaken!
When Thou in death didst bow Thine head,
It is finishèd,
The work of our salvation:
Oh who can worthily praise Thee,
Our great Propitiation!