1  O Christ, what burdens bow'd 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!

    But Thou hast drained the last dark drop —

       'Tis empty now for me.

    That bitter cup — love drank it up;

       Now blessings' 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 ris'n: my bands are all untied,

       And now Thou liv'st in me.

    When purified, made white, and tried,

       Thy glory then for me!