Ah, Holy Jesus, How Hast Thou Offended

Ah, ho-ly Je-sus, how hast Thou of-fend-ed, That man to judge Thee hath in hate pre-tend-ed? By foes de-rid-ed, by Thine own re-ject-ed, O most af-flict-ed. Who was the guilt-y who brought this up-on Thee? A-las, my treas-on, Je-sus, hath un-done Thee. 'Twas I, Lord Je-sus, I it was de-nied Thee: I cru-ci-fied Thee. Lo, the Good Shep-herd for the sheep is of-fered; The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suf-fered: For man's a-tone-ment, while he noth-ing heed-eth, God in-ter-ced-eth. For me, kind Je-sus, was Thine in-car-na-tion, Thy mor-tal sor-row, and Thy life's o-bla-tion: Thy death of an-guish and Thy bit-ter pas-sion, For my sal-va-tion. There-fore, kind Je-sus, since I can-not pay Thee, I do a-dore Thee, and will ev-er pray Thee, Think on my pit-y and Thy love un-swerv-ing, Not my de-serv-ing.