Ah, Holy Jesus

1. Ah, holy Jesus, how have You offended,
That mortal judgment has on You descended?
By foes derided, by Your own rejected, O most afflicted!

2. Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon You?
It is my treason, Jesus, hath undone You.
’Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied You; I crucified You.

3. For me, kind Jesus, was Your incarnation,
Your mortal sorrow, and Your life’s oblation;
Your death of anguish and Your bitter passion, for my salvation.

4. Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay You,
I do adore You and will ever pray You,
Think on Your pity and Your love unswerving, not my deserving.