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!