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.