Substitution

Verse 1

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. A Victim led, Thy blood was shed, Now there’s no load for me.

Verse 2

The curse of death was in our cup: The cup was full for Thee; But Thou hast drained the last dark drop, And emptied it for me. That bitter cup, love drank it up; There is no curse for me. That bitter cup, love drank it up; There is no curse for me.

Verse 3

Jehovah raised the rod to smite; The blow returned on Thee; Upon Thy form did it alight, And passed away from me; Thy soul so white did wrath affright, There is no wrath for me. Thy soul so white did wrath affright, There is no wrath for me.

Verse 4

The tempest’s awful voice was heard, Its thunders broke on Thee! Thy open bosom was my ward, And it protected me; Thy body scarred, Thy visage marred, There is no storm for me. Thy body scarred, Thy visage marred, There is no storm for me.

Verse 5

For us, Lord Jesus, hast Thou died, That we might die in Thee; But Thou art raised and glorified, And livest now in me; Hell’s host defied! heav’n open wide! There is no death for me. Hell’s host defied! heav’n open wide! There is no death for me.