O CHRIST, WHAT BURDENS BOWED THY HEAD
1. Christ, What
burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid
on Thee;
Thou stoodest in
the sinner's stead,
Didst bear all ill
for me.
A victim led; Thy
blood was shed;
Now there's no load
for me.
2. Death and the
curse were in our cup,
O Crist, 'twas full
for Thee!
But Thou hast
drained the last dark drop-
'Tis empty now for
me.
That bitter
cup-love drank it up;
Now blessings'
draught for me.
3. Jehovah lifted
up His rod,
O Christ, it fell
on Thee!
Thou wast sore
stricken of Thy God;
There's not one
stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy
blood, beneath it flowed,
Thy bruising
healeth me.
4. The tempest's
awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke
on Thee!
Thy open bosom was
my ward,
It braved the storm
for me.
Thy form was
scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace
for me.
5. For me, Lord
Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in
Thee;
Thou'rt ris'n: my
bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv'st
in me.
When purified, made
white, and tried,
Thy glory then for
me!
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