117 O Dearest Jesus

1 O dearest Jesus, what law have you broken That such sharp sentence should on you be spoken? Of what great crime have you to make confession? What dark transgression? 2 They crown your head with thorns, they smite, they scourge you; With cruel mockings to the cross they urge you; They give you gall to drink, they still decry you; They crucify you. 3 Whence come these sorrows, whence this mortal anguish? It is my sins for which you, Lord, must languish; Yes, all the wrath, the woe that you inherit, This I do merit. 4 What punishment so strange is suffered yonder! The Shepherd dies for sheep that loved to wander; The Master pays the debt his servants owe him, Who would not know him. 5 The sinless Son of God must die in sadness; The sinful child of man may live in gladness. We forfeited our lives, yet are acquitted— God is committed. 6 I'll think upon your mercy without ceasing, That earth's vain joys to me no more be pleasing; To do your will shall be my sole endeavor Henceforth forever. 7 And when, dear Lord, before your throne in heaven To me the crown of joy at last is given, Where sweetest hymns your saints forever raise you, I too shall praise you.