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Pilate therefore, willing to release Jesus, spake again to them. But they cried saying, Crucify Him, crucify Him. And he said unto them the third time, Why, what evil hath He done?

From the Gospel. [Lk. 23:20-22]


Herzliebster Jesu, was hast du

Heermann. 1630.

trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855

Alas dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done,

That such sharp sentence from Thy judge hath won?

What are His crimes, and what the guilt, oh, tell

Wherein He fell!

They scourge Him, crown Him with a crown of thorn,

They smite His face with bitter mock and scorn,

They give Him gall to drink, they pierce His side,

The Crucified!

From head to foot was there no spot in me

Unscarred by sin, from taint of evil free;

My sins had weighed me down that I should dwell

For aye in Hell.


Whence come these sorrows, whence this cruel woe?

It was my sins that struck the fatal blow;

Mine were the wrath and anguish, dearest Lord,

On Thee outpoured.

What strangest punishment! The Shepherd good

For erring sheep here pours His own heart's blood,

The servants' debts are on the Master laid,

Who all hath paid.

Oh wondrous love, love that no measure knows,

That brought Thee, Christ, to drink this cup of woes!

Full of the world's vain joys and hopes was I,

While Thou must die!

O mighty King! mighty beyond all time!

Fain would I sound Thy praise through every clime!

A gift were meet for Thee, my anxious thought

Long time hath sought.

But human wisdom searches, Lord, in vain

To find aught like Thy pity, or Thy pain.

How shall my works, though toiling day and night,

Thy love requite?

Yet have I somewhat that my Lord can please;

I can renounce sweet sins and selfish ease,

And quinch the unhallowed fires that back would lure

To thoughts impure.


But since my strength, alas, will ne'er prevail

My strong desires upon the cross to nail,

Oh let Thy Spirit rule my heart, who leads

To all good deeds.

Then shall Thy mercy fill my every thought,

I love Thee so, the world to me is nought;

My sole endeavour, Lord, is to fulfil

Thy holy will.

My all I risk to magnify Thy name,

No cross shall daunt me, no reproach or shame;

Man's fiercest threats I will not lay to heart,

Nor Death's worst smart.

In truth my sacrifice is nothing worth,

Yet Thou in mercy wilt not cast it forth;

Thou'lt put me not to shame but for love's sake

My offering take.

Lord Jesus, once on high amongst Thine own,

Shall I stand crowned with light before Thy throne!

Where sweetest hymns are ever ringing round,

My voice shall sound.

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