The Agony and Bloody Sweat

Verse 1

Thy conflicts, Christ, in agony, When strengthen'd by a kind support, Shews how our pond'rous load did lie With anguish on thy very heart.

Verse 2

Trembling beneath our curse and woe, With groans in most excessive pain, Thy bloody sweat, like rivers flow, Collected from descending rain.

Verse 3

Now see him destin'd to the cross, With dreadful horrour sore oppress'd, There sin sustain'd its endless loss, And all transgression there hath ceas'd.

Verse 4

High as an ensign there he hangs In blood, by Heav'n and earth forsook; All nature groan'd in dreadful pangs, And earth's foundations rudely shook.

Verse 5

His life expiring with a groan, His soul starts from his body torn; The bride came to her native home, From all his wonds renew'd and born.

Verse 6

'Tis finish'd! loud the cho sounds, Our ransom price is fully paid; The Father's pleas'd to see those wounds, Where sin is slain, and vengeance staid.

Verse 7

His lifeless body drain'd of blood, Then was fulfil'd the faithful word, Spoken by old by men of God; How nature spoil'd should be restor'd;

Verse 8

'T'was done when radinat he arose Triumphant over death and hell; Then in him rose the darling spouse, With him in all his bliss to dwell.

Verse 9

God's royal clothing naw are we, And he hath mark'd us with his name, Together with the Son made free, Forever perfect without blame;

Verse 10

One life, one joy, with him we have; Whilst in this world's bewilder'd maze, We nothing more desire or crave, Incessantly we Jesus praise!