O Christ, what burdens bow’d Thy head

O Christ

what burdens bow’d Thy head!

Our load was laid on Thee;

Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead

Didst bear all ill for me.

A victim led; Thy blood was shed;

Now there’s no load for me.

Death and the curse were in our cup

O Christ

’twas full for Thee!

But Thou hast drained the last dark drop—

’Tis empty now for me.

That bitter cup—love drank it up;

Now blessings’ draught for me.

Jehovah lifted up His rod

O Christ

it fell on Thee!

Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;

There’s not one stroke for me.

Thy tears

Thy blood

beneath it flowed;

Thy bruising healeth me.

The tempest’s awful voice was heard

O Christ

it broke on Thee!

Thy open bosom was my ward

It braved the storm for me.

Thy form was scarred

Thy visage marred;

Now cloudless peace for me.

Jehovah bade His sword awake

O Christ

it woke ’gainst Thee!

Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;

Thy heart its sheath must be—

All for my sake

my peace to make;

Now sleeps that sword for me.

For me

Lord Jesus

Thou hast died

And I have died in Thee;

Thou’rt ris’n: my bands are all untied

And now Thou liv’st in me.

When purified

made white

and tried

Thy glory then for me!