Jesus, I will ponder now
On Thy holy Passion;
With Thy Spirit me endow
For such meditation.
Grant that I in love and faith
May the image cherish
Of Thy suffering, pain, and death,
That I may not perish.
Grant that I Thy Passion view
With repentant grieving
Nor Thee crucify anew
By unholy living.
How could I refuse to shun
Every sinful pleasure
Since for me God's only Son
Suffered without measure?
If my sins give me alarm
And my conscience grieve me,
Let Thy cross my fear disarm,
Peace of conscience give me.
Grant that I may trust in Thee
And Thy holy Passion.
If for me he slays his Son,
God must have compassion.
Grant that I may willingly
Bear with Thee my crosses,
Learning humbleness of Thee,
Peace mid pain and losses.
May I give Thee love for love!
Hear me, O my Savior,
That I may in heaven above
Sing Thy praise forever.
TLH 140, sel. verses Sigismund v. Birken, 1653
Translated by: August Crull, 1923, alt.
Centipedes are, by far, the creepiest bugs that I have ever seen in my house. It's got to do with all those legs, and how they're able to propel the critter up the bathroom wall at record speeds; and how, when smashed, all the little legs go flying off and scatter across the floor. They send shivers up my spine every time.