O come and mourn with me awhile:
See Mary calls us to her side:
O come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus, our love, Jesus, our love, is crucified.

Have we no tears to shed for him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! Look how patiently he hangs;
Jesus, our love, is crucified.

How fast his feet and hands are nailed;
His blessèd tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing eyes are blind with blood;
Jesus, our love, is crucified.

Sev'n times he spoke sev'n words of love,
And all three hours his silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our love, is crucified.

O break, O break, hard heart of mine;
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride,
His Pilate and his Judas were;
Jesus, our love, is crucified.

A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart love's cradle is;
Jesus, our love, is crucified.

O love of God, sin of man!
In this dread act thy strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
Jesus, our love, is crucified.