We Worship Thee, O Crucified

We wor­ship Thee

O Cru­ci­fied!

What glo­ries didst Thou lay aside;

What depth of hu­man grief and sin

Didst Thou con­sent to lang­uish in

That through aton­ing blood out­poured

Our brok­en peace might be re­stored!

We mourn that e’er our hearts should be

One with a world that loves not Thee;

That with the crowd we passed Thee by

And saw

but did not feel

Thee die.

Not till we knew our guilt and shame

Did we es­teem our Sav­ior’s name.

Though with our shame we shunned the light

Thou didst not leave us in the night;

We were not left in sin to stray

Unsought

un­loved

from Thee away;

For from Thy cross ir­ra­di­ates

A pow­er that saves and re­cre­ates.

O loved ab­ove all earth­ly love

To Thee our hearts ad­or­ing move;

Thy bound­less mer­cies yearn to save

And in Thy blood sin’s wounds to lave.

O speed the day when men shall see

That hu­man hopes are all in Thee.