Jesu, who didst stoop to prove

Many a thousand pains for me,

When that heart so rich in love

Bare our sins upon the tree,

Ah! by all those woes of Thine,

Soothe, oh soothe these pains of mine!

Help, O Helper! Thou alone,

None but Thou, canst still this pain,

Hearken pitying to my moan,

Look on me in love again;

Praises from my lips shall flow

If Thou now Thy grace wilt show!