Read Ephesians 2:1-10
O sacred head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded with thorns, your only crown.
O sacred head, what glory and blessing you have known!
Yet, though despised and gory, I claim you as my own.
My Lord, what you did suffer was all for sinner’s gain;
mine, mine was the transgression, but yours the deadly pain.
So here I kneel, my Savior, for I deserve your place;
look on me with thy favor and save me by your grace.
What language shall I borrow to thank you, dearest Friend,
for this, your dying sorrow, your pity without end?
Lord, make me yours forever, a loyal servant true,
and let me never, never outlive my love to you.
(Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th C.)