O Christ, what burdens bowed 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.
2. Death and the curse were in our cup: O Christ, 'twas full for Thee ! Bat Thou hast drained the last dark drop, Tis empty now for me: That bitter cup, love drank it up, Now blessing's draught for me.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.
6. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, And I have died in Thee: Thou'rt risenâmy bands are all un-tied; And now Thou liv'st in me; When purified, made white, and tried, Thy glory then for me.