To Thee, eternal Three in One,
Let homage meet by all be done :
Come, saints, and with your tears bedew
The Sufferer,bruised beneath your load;
The sinner's hope let men deride :
For this we count the world but loss.
Here earth's precious things seem dross,
Here' earth's bitter things grow sweet.
Whom by the Cross Thou dost restore,
Preserve and govern evermore.
