Cleft Are the Rocks, the Earth Doth Quake

Cleft are the rocks

the earth doth quake

The slum­ber­ers of the grave awake;

The tem­ple’s veil is rent in twain;

For Christ our sac­ri­fice is slain

And bears of sin and death the pain.

Lo

na­ture’s face of beam­ing light

She veils in dark­ness at the sight

Of Him

her God

the Cru­ci­fied!

’Tis man alone that dares de­ride

The Sav­ior who for him hath died.

Despisèd is the Man of Grief

Rejected

and de­nied be­lief

By them whose sor­rows He hath borne

For whose trans­gress­ions He is torn

Whose mor­tal weak­ness He hath worn.

The Migh­ty One

the Son of God

Hath hum­bly kissed af­flict­ion’s rod

That by His stripes we might be healed

Our par­don by His blood be sealed

And bound­less mercy stand re­vealed.

We all

like sheep

have gone as­tray

And turned aside from wis­dom’s way

But He hath saved us from our sin;

Our God the ran­som-Lamb hath been

Our God hath saved us from our sin!

Oh let us cast each vice away

Which thus the Son of God would slay!

With con­trite heart and weep­ing eye

Behold the Sav­ior’s cross on high

And ev­ery sin and fol­ly fly!

So may we join the song of love

Which saints and an­gels sing ab­ove;

All hon­or

glo­ry

praise to Thee

Which wert and art and art to be

The Lamb slain from eter­ni­ty!