Crowned with Thorns upon the Tree

Crowned with thorns up­on the tree

Silent in Thine ago­ny;

Dying

crushed be­neath the load

Of the wrath and curse of God.

On Thy pale and suf­fer­ing brow

Mystery of love and woe;

On Thy grief and sore amaze

Savior

I would fix my gaze!

On Thy ho­ly

lov­ing breast

Thou dost bid the wea­ry rest;

Rest there from the world’s false ways

Rest there from its va­ni­ties.

Rest in par­don and re­lief

From the load of guilt and grief

Rest in Thy re­deem­ing blood

Rest in per­fect peace with God.

Sin-aton­ing Sac­ri­fice

Thou art pre­cious in mine eyes;

Thou alone my rest shall be

Now and thro’ eter­ni­ty.