Our sins, our sorrows, Lord, were laid on Thee

Verse 1

Our sins, our sorrows, Lord, were laid on Thee; Thy stripes have healed, Thy bonds have set us free; And now Thy toil is o’er; Thy grief and pain Have passed away; the veil is rent in twain.

Verse 2

Now hast Thou laid Thee down in perfect peace Where all the wicked from their troubling cease, And tranquil Sabbath in the grave to keep; Thy Father giveth His Belovèd sleep.

Verse 3

Yet in Thy glory, on the throne above, Thou wast abiding ever, Love of love, Eternal, filling all created things With Thine own presence, Jesus, King of kings!

Verse 4

Amen.