Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
Suffering
- My Jesus, I have looked on Thee
Then turned to follow sinful ways,
Indifferent to Thy agoony,
Afraid to feel Thy tortured gaze. - I would not measure my misdeeds
For Thy delight is perfect Grace
And Thine Own passion meekly pleads
Forgiveness for my sinfulness. - No greater sinner than most chance
But great enough that I have wrought
The Cross, its nails and the lance
With which my liberty was bought. - My Jesus, as I look on Thee
With what I suffer looming large,
How can it match Thy agony
Or what I gained from its discharge.