O Thou, who through this holy week,
Didst suffer for us all,
The sick to heal, the lost to seek,
To raise up them that fall.
We cannot understand the woe
Thy love was pleased to bear:
O Lamb of God, we only know
That all our hopes are there.
Thy feet the path of suffering trod,
Thy hand the vict’ry won:
What shall we render to our God
For all that He hath done?
To God, the blessèd Three in One,
All praise and glory be:
Crown, Lord, Thy servants who have won
The victory through Thee.