O Jesus Our Head

O Je­sus our head

who hast died in our stead

Thy pro­mise of faith and re­pent­ance we plead

Now let it take place

pour out on our race

The spir­it of pray­er

and con­tri­tion and praise.

While thus we re­cord our cru­ci­fied Lord

Be mind­ful of us

and ac­comp­lish Thy word.

Thy pro­mise is past

we shall see Thee at last

Our souls on Thy bloody atone­ment be cast.

Stretched out on the tree

Thou saidst

They shall see

My mur­der­ers sure­ly shall look up­on Me.

The stones shall re­lent

the rocks shall be rent

And hearts more ob­dur­ate than mar­ble la­ment.

Now then let us turn

to Je­ho­vah’s first-born

And look up­on Thee we have wound­ed

and mourn

In bit­ter­ness cry that the Prince of the sky

God’s on­ly be­got­ten

we doomed Him to die.

Our sins were the cause of His sor­row and loss;

By our sins we pur­sued Him and nailed to the cross;

We in­flict­ed the pain; we have pierced Him again;

And O! shall He suf­fer so oft­en in vain?

The sense of Thy smart

O Je­sus

im­part

And break by Thy death the in­flex­ible heart:

Thy pass­ion alone can make us atone;

Appear in Thy wounds

and our heart is Thine own.