Upon the Cross Extended

Upon the cross ex­tend­ed

See

world

thy Lord sus­pend­ed.

Thy Sav­ior yields His breath.

The Prince of Life from Heav­en

Himself hath free­ly giv­en

To shame and blows and bit­ter death.

Come hi­ther now and pon­der

’Twill fill thy soul with won­der

Blood streams from ev­ery pore.

Through grief whose depth none know­eth

From His great heart there flow­eth

Sigh af­ter sigh of ang­uish o’er.

Who is it that hath bruised Thee?

Who hath so sore abused Thee

And caused Thee all Thy woe?

While we must make con­fess­ion

Of sin and dire trans­gress­ion

Thou deeds of ev­il dost not know.

I caused Thy grief and sigh­ing

By ev­ils mul­ti­ply­ing

As count­less as the sands.

I caused the woes un­num­bered

With which Thy soul is cum­bered

Thy sor­rows raised by wick­ed hands.

’Tis I who should be smit­ten

My doom should here be writ­ten;

Bound hand and foot in hell.

The fet­ters and the scourg­ing

The floods around Thee surg­ing

’Tis I who have de­served them well.

The load Thou tak­est on Thee

That pressed so sore­ly on me

It crushed me to the ground.

The cross for me en­dur­ing

The crown for me se­cur­ing

My heal­ing in Thy wounds is found.

A crown of thorns Thou wear­est

My shame and scorn Thou bear­est

That I might ran­somed be.

My bonds­man

ev­er will­ing

My place with pa­tience fill­ing

From sin and guilt hast made me free.

Thy cords of love

my Sav­ior

Bind me to Thee for­ev­er

I am no long­er mine.

To Thee I glad­ly ten­der

All that my life can ren­der

And all I have to Thee re­sign.

Thy cross I’ll place be­fore me

Its sav­ing pow­er be o’er me

Wherever I may be;

Thine in­no­cence re­veal­ing

Thy love and mer­cy seal­ing

The pledge of truth and con­stan­cy.

How God at our trans­gress­ion

To an­ger gives ex­press­ion

How loud His thun­ders roll

How fear­ful­ly He smit­eth

How sore­ly He re­quiteth—

All this Thy suf­fer­ings teach my soul.

When ev­il men re­vile me

With wick­ed tongues de­file me

I’ll curb my venge­ful heart.

The un­just wrong I’ll suf­fer

Unto my neigh­bor offer

Forgiveness of each bit­ter smart.

Thy groan­ing and Thy sigh­ing

Thy bit­ter tears and dy­ing

With which Thou was op­pressed—

They shall

when life is end­ing

Be guid­ing and at­tending

My way to Thine eter­nal rest.