Our Sins, Our Sorrows

Our sins

our sor­rows

Lord

were laid on Thee;

Thy stripes have healed

Thy bonds have set us free;

And now Thy toil is o’er

Thy grief and pain

Have passed away; the veil is rent in twain.

Now hast Thou laid Thee down in per­fect peace

Where all the wick­ed from their troub­ling cease

And tran­quil Sab­bath in the grave to keep;

Thy Fa­ther giv­eth His Be­lov­èd sleep.

Yet in Thy glo­ry

on the throne ab­ove

Thou wast abid­ing ev­er

Love of Love

Eternal

fill­ing all cre­at­ed things

With Thine own pre­sence

Je­sus

King of kings!

E’en now our place is with Thee on the throne

For Thou abid­est ev­er with Thine own;

Yet in the tomb with Thee

we watch for day;

O let Thine an­gel roll the stone away!

O

by Thy life with­in us

set us free!

Reveal the glo­ry that is hid with Thee!

Glory to God the Fa­ther

God the Son

And God the Ho­ly Spir­it

ev­er One.