Bound upon th’Accursèd Tree

Bound up­on th’ac­curs­èd tree

Faint and bleed­ing

who is He?

By the eyes so pale and dim

Streaming blood

and writh­ing limb;

By the flesh with scourg­es torn;

By the crown of twist­ed thorn;

By the side so deep­ly pierced:

By the baf­fled

burn­ing thirst;

By the droop­ing death-dewed brow;

Son of Man! ’tis Thou! ’tis Thou!

Bound up­on th’ac­curs­èd tree

Dead and aw­ful

who is He?

By the sun at noon­day pale

Shivering rocks and rend­ing veil;

Earth that trem­bles at His doom

Yonder saints who burst their tomb;

Eden pro­mised ere He died

To the fe­lon at His side;

Lord! our sup­pli­ant knees we bow

Son of God! ’tis Thou! ’tis Thou!

Bound upon th’ac­curs­èd tree

Sad and dy­ing

who is He?

By the last and bit­ter cry

By the dy­ing ag­ony;

By the life­less bo­dy laid

In the cham­ber of the dead;

By the mourn­ers come to weep

Where the bones of Je­sus sleep.

Crucified! we know Thee now:

Son of Man! ’tis Thou! ’tis Thou!

Bound upon the’ac­curs­èd tree

Dread and aw­ful

who is He?

By the pray­er for them that slew

Lord

they know not what they do;

By the spoiled and emp­ty grave;

By the souls He died to save;

By the conq­uest He hath won;

By the saints be­fore His throne;

By the rain­bow round His brow;

Son of God! ’tis Thou! ’tis Thou!