See, world! thy Life assailèd;

On the accurs’d tree nailèd,

Thy Saviour sinks in death!

The mighty Prince from Heaven

Himself hath freely given

To shame, and blows, and cruel wrath!

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 afflicts Thee?

My Saviour, what dejects Thee,

And causeth all Thy woe?

Sin Thou committed’st never,

As we and our seed ever,

Of deeds of evil nought dost know.

I many times transgressing,

In number far surpassing

The sand upon the coast,

I thus the cause have given,

That Thou with grief art riven,

And the afflicted martyr host.

I’ve done it, and deliver

Me hand and foot for ever

Thou justly might’st to hell.

The mock’ry to Thee offer’d,

The scourging Thou hast suffer’d,

My soul it was deserv’d it well.

The load Thou takest on Thee,

That press’d so sorely on me,

Than stone more heavily.

A curse, Lord, Thou becamest,

Thus blessings for me claimest,

Thy pain must all my comfort be.

Not death itself Thou fearest,

As surety Thou appearest

For all my debts and me.

For me Thy brow is crownèd

With thorns, and Thou’rt disownèd

By men, and bear’st all patiently.

Into death’s jaws Thou springest,

Deliv’rance to me bringest

From such a monster dire.

My death away Thou takest,

Thy grave its grave Thou makest;

Of love, O unexampled fire!

I’m bound, my Saviour, ever,

By ties most sacred never

Thy service to forsake;

With soul and body ever,

With all my pow’rs t’ endeavour,

In praise and service joy to take.

Not much can I be giving

In this poor life I’m living,

But one thing do I say:

Thy death and sorrows ever,

Till soul from body sever,

My heart remember shall for aye.

Before mine eyes I’ll place them,

And joyfully embrace them,

Wherever I may be,

They’ll be a glass revealing

Pure innocence, and sealing

Love and unfeign’d sincerity.

Of sin how great the danger,

How it excites God’s anger,

How doth His vengeance burn

How sternly He chastiseth,

How His wrath’s flood ariseth,

Shall I from all Thy suff’rings learn.

From them shall I be learning,

How I may be adorning,

My heart with quietness,

And how I still should love them

Whose malice aye doth move them

To grieve me by their wickedness.

When tongues of bad men grieve me,

Of peace and name deprive me,

My restive heart I’ll still;

Their evil deeds enduring,

Of pardon free assuring

My neighbour for his ev’ry ill.

I’ll on the cross unite me

To Thee, what doth delight me

I’ll there renounce for aye.

Whate’er Thy Spirit’s grieving,

There I’ll for aye be leaving,

As much as in my strength doth lay.

Thy groaning and Thy sighing,

Thy thousand tears and crying,

That once were heard from Thee,

They’ll lead me to Thy glory,

Where I shall joy before Thee,

And evermore at rest shall be!