Veiled was the glory of Thy face,

O Jesus, Lord of heavenly grace,

When mocking knees were bent in scorn,

And bitter stripes were meekly borne.

To Thee the prayer of faith we send,

In Thee we hope: O Lord, attend,

And in Thy mercy lead the way

To where Thy glory shines as day.

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.