O Seed of David

O Seed of David

Son of God

Thou from eter­ni­ty

Were born to bear our curse as one

That hang­eth on a tree.

For grace on earth could not pre­vail

Nor peace with man be made

’Till sin’s full price to rend the veil

At Cal­va­ry was paid.

Lo

crushed that Seed in earth was placed

But rose a Ho­ly Vine;

A Tree of Life re­plete with grace

And mer­cy for man­kind.

How blest that hour of brok­en­ness

When mer­cy heard my plea

To save me from my guilt and sin—

To hang my soul in Thee.