O Thou, Who through this holy week, Didst suffer for us all, The sick to heal, the lost to seek, To raise up them that fall. We cannot understand the woe Thy love was pleased to bear: O Lamb of God, we only know That all our hopes are there. Thy feet the path of suffering trod, Thy hand the vict'ry won: What shall we render to our God For all that He hath done? To God, the bless?d Three in One, All praise and glory be: Crown, Lord, Thy servants who have won The victory through Thee.