So, Lord, Thou goest forth to die,
For me the cross enduring;
For me a sinner willingly
A blest release procuring.
Go forth, my Lord—all praise be Thine;
Thee may I follow weeping:
Now floods of grief, my Lord, be mine,
Watch o’er Thy sorrows keeping.
What for this wondrous love can I
Prepare for an oblation?
My all within is poverty
And deep humiliation.
May I through all my mortal day,
To Thee due tribute raising,
Serve only Thee—in endless day
Still serving Thee and praising.