Thou Who Through This Holy Week
Didst Suffer For Us All,
The Sick To Cure, The Lost To Seek,
To Raise Up Them That Fall:
We Cannot Understand The Woe
Thy Love Was Pleased To Bear;
O Lamb Of God, We Only Know
That All Our Hopes Are There.
Thy Feet The Path Of Suffering Trod;
Thy Hand The Victory Won:
What Shall We Render To Our God
For All That He Hath Done?
O Grant Us, Lord, With Thee To Die,
With Thee To Rise Anew;
Grant Us The Things Of Earth To Fly,
The Things Of Heaven Pursue.
To God, The Blessed Three In One,
All Praise And Glory Be:
Crown, Lord, Thy Servants Who Have Won
The Victory Through Thee.