O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head! Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead - To 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; Left but the love for me.
Jehovah lifted up His rod - O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou was sore stricken of Thy God; There's not one stroke for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has 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 bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred; Now cloudless peace 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.
The Father's face of radiant grace Shine now in light on me!
