Jesus in Gethsemane

Bowed with mortal strife I see:

Conscience stings me, for I know

'Twas my sin constrained Him so:

All that weight of agony

God's Son underwent for me.

Lo! my sin doth heavier lie

E'en than earth and sea and sky:

Jesus in His Father's name

Bears this universal frame;

Yet the Word of God falls low,

When He bears sin's weight of woe.

Thus Thou givest me, Lord, Thy peace;

Comfort which can never cease:

Greater that paid ransom's worth

Unto God than heaven and earth:

By Thine agony I win

Certain pardon for my sin.