Extended on a Cursèd Tree

Extended on a curs­èd tree

Besmeared with dust

and sweat

and blood

See there

the King of Glo­ry see!

Sinks and ex­pires the Son of God.

Who

who

my Sav­ior

this hath done?

Who could Thy sac­red bo­dy wound?

No guilt Thy spot­less heart hath known

No guile hath in Thy lips been found.

I

I alone

have done the deed!

’Tis I Thy sac­red flesh have torn;

My sins have caused Thee

Lord

to bleed

Pointed the nail

and fixed the thorn.

For me

the bur­den

to sus­tain

Too great

on Thee

my Lord

was laid;

To heal me

Thou hast borne my pain;

To bless me

Thou a curse wast made.

In the de­vour­ing li­on’s teeth

Torn

and for­sook of all

I lay;

Thou sprang’st in­to the jaws of death

From death to save the help­less prey.

My Sav­ior

how shall I pro­claim?

How pay the migh­ty debt I owe?

Let all I have

and all I am

Ceaseless to all Thy glo­ry show.

Too much to Thee I can­not give;

Too much I can­not do for Thee;

Let all Thy love

and all Thy grief

Graven on my heart for ev­er be!

The meek

the still

the low­ly mind

O may I learn from Thee

my God

And love

with soft­est pi­ty joined

For those that tram­ple on Thy blood!

Still let Thy tears

Thy groans

Thy sighs

O’erflow my eyes

and heave my breast

Till loose from flesh and earth I rise

And ev­er in Thy bosom rest.