Jesus, gentle sufferer, say, how shall we this dreadful day near thee draw, and to thee pray? We whose proneness to forget thy dear love on Olivet, bathed thy brow with bloody sweat. We who sins with awful power, like a cloud, did o'er thee lower, in that God excluding hour. We who still in thought and deed often hold the bitter read to thee in thy time of need. Canst thou pardon us and pray as for those who on this day took thy precious life away? Yes, thy blood is all my plea. It was shed and shed for me. Therefore, to thy cross, I flee. At thy feet in dust and shame, I dare breathe thy holy name and a great salvation claim. Save me, Jesus. Stoop and take. Pity on my soul and make this day bright for thy dear sake. John Monsell