Ah, holy Jesus, how have you offended, that mortal judgment has on you descended? By foes derided, by your own rejected, O most afflicted!
Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon you? Alas, my treason, Jesus, has undone you! 'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied you: I crucified you.
Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered; the slave has sinned, and the Son has suffered; for our atonement, while we nothing heeded, God interceded.
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.
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.