The Humiliation of Messiah

Verse 1

Jesus, thy beauties I explore! Who am a helpless worm; Adoring now and evermore Thy crucified form.

Verse 2

When on thy cross, my dearest Lord, What Love didst thou display! Eternal annals shall record The great uncommon day.

Verse 3

Down low, beneath the wrath of heav'n, Thy troubled soul did bow; Humiliation deeply grav'n Upon thy bleeding brow.

Verse 4

My God! my God! was then thy cry, Why hast thou me forsook? Nature, replying with a sigh, In strong convulsions shook.

Verse 5

More marr'd than any man's thy face, Thy judgment's took away; Nor men, nor angels then could trace Thy mystery, thy day.

Verse 6

Tho' Satan once did us enslave, Now thou hast bruis'd his head; And in thyself didst fully save Thy lov'd, thy royal seed.

Verse 7

Hence everlasting praise belongs To thee our God and King: Do thou but influence our songs, And we will ever sing.