1 O 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 my 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 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 bruisings healeth me.

4 Jehovah bade His sword awake:
O Christ it woke 'gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake,
Thy heart its sheath must be.
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.

5 For me, Lord Jesus Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee:
Thou'rt risen, my hands are all untied,
And now Thou livest in me;
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me.