Thy blessed Passion, Christ, be ours,

To set us free from Satan’s powers;

To aid our fainting souls to rise

To joys prepared in Paradise.

To Christ the Lord all glory be,

Who, hanging on the shameful tree,

Gave up His life with bitter cry,

And saved a world prepared to die.

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.