VERSE 1
O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head! Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodes’t 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.
VERSE 2
Death and the curse were in our cup: O Christ, ’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 blessing’s draught for me.
VERSE 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.
VERSE 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.
VERSE 5
Jehovah bade His sword awake; O Christ, it woke ’gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake; Thine heart its sheath must be;
All for my sake, my peace to make; Now sleeps that sword for me.
VERSE 6
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, And I have died in Thee!
Thou’rt ris’n—my hands are all untied, And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white and tried, Thy glory then for me!
37 - O Christ What Burdens Bowed Thy Head
1 - 5:21
VERSE 1 Our guilt was placed securely on His shoulders Our lives are sown in sin, O the price is high! His body bloodied and his Name reviled It was for us, though God, He bled and died! CHORUS All my sin and shame Went to the Lamb that was slain; And all His righteousness has come to me! His grace so great and free Given to all who will believe; Come all who thirst and drink, drink freely! VERSE 2 The wrath of God is coming for the wicked Where can we hide from His Holy sight? We run unto the Lamb that’s slain for safety He drank the cup to make us reconciled! BRIDGE We’re so wicked That He had to die Yet, so loved that He was willing to give up his life
49 - Ye That Pass By
VERSE 1 All ye that pass by, to Jesus draw nigh: To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Our ransom and peace, Our surety He is: Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His. CHORUS 1 For what we have done His blood must atone: The Father hath punished for us His dear Son. VERSE 2 He dies to atone for sins not His own; Your debt He hath paid, and your work He hath done. Ye all may receive the peace He did leave, Who made intercession, “My Father, forgive!” (CHORUS 2) CHORUS 2 For what we have done His blood must atone: The Father hath punished for us His dear Son. The Lord, in the day of His anger, did lay Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them away. BRIDGE His death is my plea; my Advocate see, And hear the blood speak that hath answered for me. My ransom He was when He bled on the cross; And losing His life He hath carried my cause. (CHORUS 1)
48 - When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
VERSE 1 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. VERSE 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. VERSE 3 See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown VERSE 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.