Ash Wednesday to Pentecost


  1. My Jesus, I have looked on Thee
    Then turned to follow sinful ways,
    Indifferent to Thy agoony,
    Afraid to feel Thy tortured gaze.
  2. I would not measure my misdeeds
    For Thy delight is perfect Grace
    And Thine Own passion meekly pleads
    Forgiveness for my sinfulness.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.