The Sufferings of Alpha and Omega

Verse 1

O Lamb, my Lord, my God, my King, I could for ever speak of thee! Thy suff'rings, and thy conquests sing, O! the dear Lamb, who died for me.

Verse 2

What suff'rings didst not thou sustain! From chains and bonds my soul to free; What horrours, grief, and unknown pain! O! the dear Lamb, who felt for me.

Verse 3

At supper with thy family, The pains of wrath caught hold on thee; Them the important hour drew nigh, That my dear Lamb should die for me.

Verse 4

When to the garden he withdrew, How sore amaz'd and griev'd was he, Beyond what mortals ever knew; O! that dear Lamb who griev'd for me.

Verse 5

Prostrate himself he humbly lays; Great ruddy drops of sweat I see Fall from him, whilst he weeps and prays; O! that dear Lamb, who pray'd for me.

Verse 6

They buffeted my Lord and God; Yea, on thy cheek, O Christ, smote thee, The Judge of Isr'el, with a rod; O! that dear Lamb, thus smote for me.

Verse 7

Revil'd, and scourg'd, spit on, abus'd, Condemned to the fatal tree, Of all that's vile and base, accus'd; O! that dear Lamb, accus'd for me.

Verse 8

The cross they on his shoulders lay; To bear the same the Lamb was free, Until, oppress'd, he faints away; O! the dear Lamb, who faints for me.

Verse 9

They nail'd him to the tort'ring wood; His pierced hands and feet I see; From ev'ry wound fresh streams of blood; O! the dear Lamb, who bled for me.

Verse 10

They lift him high upon the cross, Naked in blood, that all might see; Whilst Angels gaze, and bow, and blush; O that dear Lamb, accurst for me.