O Scorned and Outcast Lord

O scorned and out­cast Lord

be­neath

Thy bur­den meek­ly bend­ing

Thou

our true Is­aac

to Thy death

Art wea­ri­ly as­cend­ing.

And soon

with nail pierced feet and hands

Upon the cross they raise Thee;

The cross

which there up­lift­ed stands

To all the earth dis­plays Thee.

Oh! won­drous love of God on high

The sin­ful thus to cher­ish!

He gave His guilt­less Son to die

Lest guil­ty man should per­ish.

Our sin’s pol­lu­tion to re­move

His blood was free­ly giv­en;

So migh­ty was the Sav­ior’s love

So just the wrath of Heav­en.

Yes! ’tis the cross the breaks the rod

And chain of con­dem­na­tion

And makes a league ’twixt man and God

For our en­tire sal­va­tion.

O praise the Fa­ther

praise the Son

The Lamb for sin­ners giv­en

And Ho­ly Ghost

through whom alone

Our hearts are raised to Heav­en.