With what heart and soul contrite
May I praise Thee sadly now,
Who am nought,
Seeing Thee, God infinite,
To such plight
Of suffering and sorrow bow,
By my sin brought !
Lord, how art Thou crushed and broken,
Thou, the Son of God, to die !
And Thy death
By whom ordered, by what token
The word spoken
Thee to judge and crucify,
Who gav'st us breath ?
