Ah Jesus, the merit
Of all that Thou hast borne
Maketh me inherit
The crown that hath no thorn!

Ah then, teach me duly
To worship at Thy crossv
Owning inly, truly,
The Love that bore our loss.

To sin, there, oh let me
From henceforth daily die;
Nor in death forget me,
Then grant me life on high.

The Chorale Book for England, 1863