O Christ, who in that hour of dread

Forth as a sacrifice wast led;

Who, to retrieve our grievous loss,

Didst bear the burden of the cross.

O may Thy Love our hearts inflame;

Be Thy pure life our constant aim;

That we may win the heavenly rest,

And share the glories of the blest.

To Thee be highest honours paid,

O Christ, who wast by man betrayed;

Who on the cross of anguish sore

Didst die, that we might die no more.