When he thought thereon, he wept.@Mark 14:72
portrait
Edward Caswall
(1814–1878)
© National Portrait Gallery

Ed­ward Cas­wall, Masque of Ma­ry, and Oth­er Po­ems 1858 (orig­in­al­ly, If There Be Any Spe­cial Thing).

Bur­ford in the Book of Psalm­o­dy, by John Che­tham, 1718 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.