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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

For Me, Lord Jesus, Thou Hast Died,
And I Have Died In Thee
Thou’rt Risen—My Bands Are All Un-Tied;
And Now Thou Liv’st In Me;
When Purified, Made White, And Tried,
Thy Glory Then For Me.

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