O’erwhelmed in Depths of Woe

O’erwhelmed in depths of woe

Upon the tree of scorn

Hangs the Re­deem­er of man­kind

With rack­ing ang­uish torn.

See how the nails those hands

And feet so ten­der rend;

See down His face

and neck

and breast

His sac­red blood des­cend.

Oh

hear that last

loud cry

Which pierced His mo­ther’s heart

As in­to God the Fa­ther’s hands

He bade His soul de­part.

Earth hears

and trem­bling quakes

Around that tree of pain;

The rocks are rent; the graves are burst;

The veil is rent in twain.

Shall man alone be mute?

Have we no griefs

or fears?

Come

old and young

come

all man­kind

And bathe those feet in tears.

Come

fall be­fore His cross

Who shed for us His blood

Who died

the vic­tim of pure love

To make us sons of God.

Jesu

all praise to Thee

Our joy and end­less rest;

Be Thou our guide while pil­grims here

Our crown amid the blest.