Thou who, bloody and wounded,
Died for us upon the cross,
And for us in our last hours
Procured the [highest]1 comfort.
Thou who, before I even existed,
Offered up Thy precious life
For my redemption as well,
My salvation, how I thank Thee.

How much didst Thou endure,
Exalted Son of Man,
When thou, who had committed no transgression,
Received the recompense of sinners!
Pain followed hard upon pain then,
Disgrace upon disgrace struck Thee;
Upon Thy heart lay then
Fear that broke Thy heart.

My salvation, what Thou didst bear
Was the burden of all of us.
I, I am culpable for that
Which Thou didst bear.
Look upon me mercifully, the poor wretch
Who had earned wrath,
And, out of compassion, help me
To put off my wrongdoings.

I resolve always to look upon Thee
With the assurance of faith.
Where else shall I go?
Only Thou do not condemn me!
Where shall I find rest
If Thou, Lord, dost not love me?
Where find purification from my sins
If Thou dost not give it to me?

Through Thy suffering Thou hast
Provided me with forgiveness, strength to improve,
[With] comfort in tribulations, and
The joys of the better world.
Oh, let me, too, partake
In faith of this mercy;
And upon life's pathway
Permit Thy salvation to accompany me!

When once I depart this life, I shall be comforted
By what Thou felt upon the cross,
Thou, who after so much suffering
Also arose from the dead for me.
Ah, might I once place my life,
Pardoned, Lord, by Thee,
Into Thy hands,
What well-being would be mine!

With my whole heart I thank Thee,
Conciliator of my fault,
For the agonies of Thy death,
For Thy faithful grace.
To Thee I wish to offer myself up,
In order that, my Saviour,
In death as in life,
I might eternally be Thine.

When I once must depart this life,
Ah, then forsake me not!
In my death-throes
Be Thou my comfort and light!
When my heart is at its
Most apprehensive,
Then pluck me from my fears
Through the power of Thy fear and suffering!

Lift up then my hope
To pass over into the better world;
In my spirit, let me see
Heaven opened, and Thee!
Let me then, full of rapture
And holy yearning,
Gaze toward Thee, He who completed [our salvation]!
Who dies thus, dies well.