Jesu! Be Thy suf­fer­ing love
Now my me­di­ta­tion:
Aid me from Thy throne above:
Bless my con­tem­pla­tion.
Now un­to mine heart ap­pear,
As, for my sal­va­tion,
Thou wast once a suf­fer­er here—
Thou our ex­pi­ation!

Let my faith be­hold Thee, Lord,
As for me sur­round­ed
With de­ri­sion, with the sword
Of re­vil­ers wound­ed:
Lo! the scourge—the crown of thorn,
Spear and nails all rend Thee!
Lo! Thy cru­el foes with scorn
On the cross ex­tend Thee!

Let me not in vain be­hold
What Thou hast en­dur­èd:
Lord, the cause—the fruit un­fold—
Fruit Thy death pro­cur­èd:
Lord, to Thee the cause I own,
I and my trans­gress­ion:
Not Thy hea­then foes alone
Owe to Thee con­fess­ion.

Let me still with sor­row­ing heart
Be Thy griefs re­view­ing;
Nor by sin new grief im­part,
All Thy wounds re­new­ing.
Therein shall I plea­sure take—
When for my trans­gress­ion
God did an atone­ment make
Great be­yond ex­press­ion?