Thou Man of griefs, remember me,
Who never canst Thyself forget,
Thy last myster’ous agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat!
Father, if I may call Thee so,
Regard my fearful heart’s desire;
Remove this load of guilty woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire!
I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine
Long as eternal ages roll.