1 Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
Where the blood of Christ was shed,
Perfect man on thee did suffer,
Perfect God on thee has bled!
2 Here the King of all the ages,
Throned in light ere worlds could be,
Robed in mortal flesh is dying,
Crucified by sin for me.
3 Oh, mysterious condescending!
Oh, abandonment sublime!
Very God Himself is bearing
All the sufferings of time!
4 Evermore for human failure
By His passion we can plead;
God has borne all mortal anguish,
Surely He will know our need.