Thou who createdst everything,
Sweet Father, heavenly King,
Hear me — I, thy Son, implore:
For Man this flesh and bone I bore.
Clear and bright my breast and side,
Blood over whiteness spilling wide,
Holes in my body crucified.
Stiff and stark my long arms rise,
Dimness and darkness cloud my eyes;
Like sculpted marble hang my thighs.
Red my feet with the flowing blood,
Holes in them washed through with that flood.
Mercy on Man's sins, Father on high!
Through all my wounds to thee I cry!