Now Let Thy Word Take Place

Now let Thy Word take place

In ev­ery gift and grace;

Father

let Thy Spir­it’s stream

Make the wil­der­ness a pool

Poured on our Je­ru­sa­lem

Poured into my gasp­ing soul.

Lord

on me

ev­en me

con­fer

That spir­it of faith and pray­er;

Give me eyes

my Lord

my God

Him whom I have pierced to see

Bearing all my sin­ful load

Pouring out His blood for me!

Who see must sure­ly feel

O what pi­te­ous spec­ta­cle!

Stone to flesh the sight doth turn!

Yes

I share Thy dy­ing smart

Now I look on Thee and mourn

Now I give Thee all my heart.

Hail all-re­deem­ing Lord!

In honor of Thy Word

Thou wilt ev­ery soul re­ceive;

Every soul Thy mur­der­er was;

Jews them­selves shall look and grieve

Vanquished by Thy bleed­ing cross.

Who first their hands imbrued

In Thy most sac­red blood

Turned at last they all shall be:

Thee des­cend­ing from above

Thee

the true Mes­si­ah

see

See

and weep

be­lieve and love.