Thou Man of griefs, remember me, Who never canst Thyself forget, Thy last myster'ous agony, Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat! Father, if I may call Thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire; Remove this load of guilty woe, Nor let me in my sins expire! I tremble, lest the wrath divine, Which bruises now my wretched soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine Long as eternal ages roll.