He Bore Our Sins

Oh

aw­ful load for that bowed head

Terrific weight for that marred form;

He bore your sins

your bur­den dread

And braved your judg­ment’s fear­ful storm.

Thy death

Lord Je­sus

ev­er­more

Shall be our song on yon­der shore;

We’ll praise the bless­èd One who bore

Our load of sin up­on the tree.

Transferred to Him the guilt­less

see

Your guilt

in blood your debt was paid;

Behold

to set the cap­tive free

Jesus the great sin of­fer­ing made.

Believe

be­lieve

thou guil­ty one

That all thy sins de­serv­ing doom

Were borne by Christ

God’s ho­ly Son

For thou hast bowed Him to the tomb.