Who Thy love, O God, can measure-
Love that crushed for us its Treasure,
Him in whom was all Thy pleasure,
Christ, Thy Son of love?

Couldst Thou bruise Him, there forsaken
On the cross His love had taken,
‘Gainst Thy Son Thy sword awaken,
‘Gainst Thy Son of love?

Couldst Thou crush Him, Man of Sorrow,
Pierce His soul with wrath’s fierce arrow,
Melt that heart, rend joints and marrow-
Doom Thy Son of love?

Cross that outraged Love Paternal!
Cross of agonies supernal!
Cross of grief of the Eternal!
Cross of boundless love!