Journey through Lent – Day 29
And they crucified him.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior; ‘Tis I deserve Thy place.
Look on me with Thy favor; assist me with Thy grace.
What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever; and, should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
“O Sacred Head, Now Wounded” by Paul Gerhardt,
based on a Medieval poem ascribed to Bernard of Clairvaux.