O Thou, the Eternal Son of God

O Thou

the eter­nal Son of God

The Lamb

for sin­ners slain

We wor­ship

while Thy head is bowed

In ago­ny and pain.

None tread with Thee the ho­ly place;

Thou suf­fer­est alone;

Thine is the per­fect sac­ri­fice

Which on­ly can atone.

Thou great High Priest

Thy glo­ry robes

Today are set aside;

And hu­man sor­rows

Son of Man

Thy God­head seem to hide.

The cross is sharp

but in Thy woe

This is the light­est part;

Our sin it is which pierc­es Thee

And breaks Thy sac­red heart.

Who love Thee most

at Thy dear cross

Will tru­est

Lord

abide;

Make Thou that cross our on­ly hope

O Je­sus cru­ci­fied.