Thy sorrows, Savior, we retrace

Thy sorrows

Savior

we retrace

And tears of praise Thy griefs compel.

What love and grace illume Thy face

As Jesus

as Immanuel!

Amid Thy loneliness below

What scorn and outrage Thee befell:

Deep shame and woe

rude blow on blow

Endured for us

Immanuel!

But oh

what grief

what agony

When wrathful judgment’s awful spell

Burst over Thee on Calv’ry’s tree

God’s Lamb for us

Immanuel!

Arisen radiant from the dead

Thy sorrow’s scars forever tell

Creation’s Head is He who bled—

Still Jesus

still Immanuel!

E’en now from saints

in concord sweet

Celestial strains of worship well;

For

O

’tis meet glad songs should greet

Thy heart of love

Immanuel!

But when Thy glorious face we see

How shall the bursting paean swell!

Our souls shall be outpoured for Thee—

Outpoured for Thee

Immanuel!