See the destined day arise!

See a willing sacrifice!

Jesus, to redeem our loss,

Hangs upon the shameful cross.

Jesus, who but thou had borne,

Lifted on that tree of scorn,

Every pang and bitter throb

Finishing thy life of woe?

Who but thou had dared to drain,

Steeped in gall, the cup of pain,

And with tender body bear

Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear.

Thence the cleansing water flowed,

Mingled from thy side with blood;

Sign to all attesting eyes

Of the finished sacrifice.

Holy Jesus, grant us grace

In that sacrifice to place

All our trust for life renewed,

Pardoned sin, and promised good.

Amen.