Ah, Holy Jesus

brown wooden cross under cloudy sky during daytime

Ah, holy Jesus, how have You offended,
that mortal judgment has on You descended?
By foes derided, by Your own rejected,
O most afflicted!

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon You?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, has undone You!
‘Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied You;
I crucified You.

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
the slave has sinnèd, and the Son has suffered.
For our atonement, while we nothing heeded,
God interceded.

For me, kind Jesus, was Your incarnation,
Your mortal sorrow, and Your life’s oblation;
Your death of anguish and Your bitter passion,
for my salvation.

Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay You,
I do adore You, and will ever pray You,
think on Your pity and Your love unswerving,
not my deserving.

–Johann Heermann, 1630
tr. Robert Bridges, 1899