Jesus, I will pon­der now
On Your ho­ly Pas­sion;
Let Your Spir­it now en­dow
Me for me­di­ta­tion.
Grant that I in love and faith
May the im­age cher­ish
Of Your suf­fer­ing, pain and death
That I may not per­ish.

Make me see Your great dis­tress,
Anguish, and af­flict­ion,
Bonds and stripes and wretch­ed­ness
And your cru­ci­fix­ion;
Make me see how scourge and rod,
Spear and nails, did wound You,
How You died for those, O God,
Who with thorns had crowned You.

Let, O Lord, not thus alone
Make me see your Pas­sion,
But its cause to me make known
And its ter­mi­na­tion.
For I al­so and my sin
Wrought your deep af­flict­ion;
This the shame­ful cause has been
Of Your cru­ci­fixion.

Let me view Your pain and loss
With re­pent­ant griev­ing,
Nor pre­pare again your cross
By un­ho­ly liv­ing.
May I give you love for love!
Hear me, O my Sav­ior,
That I may in Heav’n above
Sing your praise for­ev­er.