1 When sorrow and remorse
Prey at my heart, to Thee
I look, Who on the holy Cross
Was slain for wretched me.

2 Thy Passion, Lord, inspires
My spirit day by day,
That I from all low dark desires
Have strength to flee away.

3 Whate'er the burden be,
The cross upon me laid,
Or want or shame, I look to Thee,
Be Thou, O Christ, my Aid.

4 And let Thy sorrows cheer
My soul when I depart;
Give strength to cast away all fear,
Console, sustain my heart.

5 Since Thou hast died for me,
Help me to trust Thy grace,
That Thou wilt take me up to Thee,
Where I shall see Thy face.

Amen.