1 Lord Christ, when first You came to earth,
Upon a cross they bound You,
And mocked Your saving kingship's worth
By thorns with which they crowned You;
And still our wrongs may fashion now
New thorns to pierce that steady brow,
And robe of sorrow round You.

2 O awesome love, which finds no room
In life, where sin denies You,
And, doomed to death, shall bring to doom
The power which crucifies You,
Till not a stone is left on stone,
And then the nation's pride, o'erthrown,
will nevermore defy You!.

3 New advent of the love of Christ,
will we again refuse You,
Till in the night of hate and war
We perish as we lose You?
From ancient doubts our minds release
To seek the kingdom of Your peace,
By which alone we choose You.

4 O wounded hands of Jesus, build
In us Your new creation;
Our pride is dust, our vaunt is stilled,
We wait Your revelation.
O Love that triumphs over loss,
We bring our hearts before Your cross;
Come, finish Your salvation.