Holy Jesu, by thy passion
By the woes which none can share
Borne in more than kingly fashion
By thy love beyond compare
Crucified, I turned to thee
Son of Mary plead for me
By the treachery and trial
By the blows and sore distress
By desertion and denial
By thine awful loneliness
Crucified, I turned to thee
Son of Mary plead for me
By thy look so sweet and lowly
While they smote thee on the face
By thy patience, calm and holy
In the midst of keen disgrace
Crucified, I turned to thee
Son of Mary plead for me
By the hour of condemnation
By the blood which trickled down
When, for us and our salvation
Thou didst wear the robe and crown
Crucified, I turned to thee
Son of Mary plead for me
By the path of sorrows dreary
By the cross, thy dreadful load
By the pain, when, faint and weary
Thou didst sink upon the road
Crucified, I turned to thee
Son of Mary plead for me
By the Spirit which could Render
Love for hate and good for ill
By the mercy, sweet and tender
Poured upon thy murderers still
Crucified, I turned to thee
Son of Mary plead for me