Holy Jesus, by Thy passion

Verse 1

Holy Jesu, by thy passion, by the woes which none can share, borne in more than kingly fashion, by thy love beyond compare:

Chorus

Crucified, I turn to thee, Son of Mary, plead for me.

Verse 2

By the treachery and trial, by the blows and sore distress, by desertion and denial, by thine awful loneliness:

Verse 3

By thy look so sweet and lowly, while they smote thee on the face, by thy patience, calm and holy, in the midst of keen disgrace:

Verse 4

By the hour of condemnation, by the blood which trickled down, when, for us and our salvation, thou didst wear the robe and crown:

Verse 5

By the path of sorrows dreary, by the cross, thy dreadful load, by the pain, when, faint and weary, thou didst sink, upon the road:

Verse 6

By the spirit which could render love for hate and good for ill, by the mercy, sweet and tender, poured upon thy murd'rers still: