The Passion and Exaltation of Christ

Verse 1

Now let our lips with holy fear And mournful pleasure sing The sufferings of our great High Priest, The sorrows of our King. He sinks in floods of deep distress; How high the waters rise! While to his heavenly Father's ear He sends perpetual cries.

Verse 2

"Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son, Nor hide thy shining face; Why should thy favorite look like one Forsaken of thy grace? "With rage they persecute the man That groans beneath thy wound, While for a sacrifice I pour My life upon the ground.

Verse 3

"They tread my honor to the dust, And laugh when I complain; Their sharp insulting slanders add Fresh anguish to my pain. "All my reproaches known to thee, The scandal and the shame; Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, And lies defiled my name.