Ah, holy Jesus, how have you offended?

1 Ah, holy Jesus, how have you offended, that mortal judgment has on you descended? By foes derided, by your own rejected, O most afflicted!

2 Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon you? It is my treason, Lord, that has undone you. 'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied you; I crucified you.

3 For me, dear Jesus, was your incarnation, your mortal sorrow, and your life's oblation; your death of anguish and your bitter passion, for my salvation.

4 Therefore, dear Jesus, since I cannot pay you, I do adore you and will ever pray you, think on your pity and your love unswerving, not my deserving.

Johan Heerman (1630)