I

When on the cruel Cross

The Lord was lifted high,

Affrighted earth in terror quailed

To see its Maker die.

II

Then had the yawning caves

Devoured the murderous band,

Had not the Crucified in love

Stretched forth His saving hand.

III

Thou gav’st Thyself to die,

Dark Hades to explore,

To bring to souls in prison bound

New life for evermore.

IV

O Lover of mankind,

To Thee all glory be,

For Thou didst give not death, but life,

When hanging on the tree.