The Crucifixion

Verse 1

Extended on a cursed tree, Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of Glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God.

Verse 2

Who, who, my Savior, this hath done? Who could Thy sacred body wound? No guilt Thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in Thy lips been found.

Verse 3

I, I alone, have done the deed! 'Tis I Thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused Thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.

Verse 4

The burden, for me to sustain Too great, on Thee, my Lord, was laid; To heal me, Thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, Thou a curse wast made.

Verse 5

In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey.

Verse 6

Savior, how shall I proclaim? How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless to all Thy glory show.

Verse 7

Too much to Thee I cannot give; Too much I cannot do for Thee; Let all Thy love, and all Thy grief, Graven on my heart for ever be!

Verse 8

The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from Thee, my God, And love, with softest pity joined, For those that trample on Thy blood!

Verse 9

Still let Thy tears, Thy groans, Thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in Thy bosom rest.