1
Jesus, who for my transgression
Didst the shameful cross endure,
And didst there the blest possession
Of Thy joys for me secure:
May my praise be ever telling
Of Thy love, all love excelling.
2
Wondrous woes that brought salvation!
Wondrous grace to sinners shown!
Heaven is wrapt in contemplation
Of His love, whom men disown.
O my soul, wilt thou disown Him?
Wilt not thou, my heart, enthrone Him?
3
Who but He can bless thy weeping?
Who but He can soothe thy grief?
Only safe beneath His keeping,
Thou in Him hast sure relief:
To the cross He came to bless thee;
Let His love, my soul, possess thee.
4
Lord, each thought and inclination,
All my heart and will inspire,
That my soul, Thy new creation,
Thee may serve with pure desire;
Daily Thy great love renewing,
Daily thus my sins subduing.