Christ in the depths of woe

Verse 1

O’erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn, Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn.

Verse 2

See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend; See down His face, and neck, and breast His sacred blood descend.

Verse 3

Oh, hear that last, loud cry Which pierced His mother’s heart, As into God the Father’s hands He bade His soul depart.

Verse 4

Earth hears, and trembling quakes Around that tree of pain; The rocks are rent; the graves are burst; The veil is rent in twain.

Verse 5

Shall man alone be mute? Have we no griefs, or fears? Come, old and young, come, all mankind, And bathe those feet in tears.

Verse 6

Come, fall before His cross, Who shed for us His blood, Who died, the victim of pure love, To make us sons of God.

Verse 7

Jesu, all praise to Thee, Our joy and endless rest; Be Thou our guide while pilgrims here, Our crown amid the blest.