Dying there on a tree,
    The cruel scourging made Thee sore,
    Oh, what great agony!
    In mercy died, Thou suff’ring God,
    Thou sought not gain nor man’s applaud,
    Thy loss our gain and our reward,
    All for me sinner vile.

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    When I think of all Thy suff’ring.
    Then my heart is full of praise,
    As I watch for Thy appearing,
    Thrilled with rapture, run the race.

2. In tenderness, Thou God of grace,
    Came to earth, for its “dearth”,
    Thou bore the shame and all disgrace,
    Unto death from Thy birth.
    No selfish thought to save Thyself,
    Thou came to bridge the yawning gulf,
    That sin has caused thro’ earthly pelf,
    Thus to heal, even me.

3. All we like sheep have gone astray,
    Ev’ry one to His way,
    On Thee was laid our sins to pay,
    What a price, Calvary!
    Acquainted with our sicknesses,
    And wounded for our trespasses,
    Great foe Thou crushed, made powerless,
    When Thou died on the tree.

4. Thou hatest, Lord, all wickedness,
    Spotless Lamb, Gift of God,
    Thy gladness is in righteousness,
    Holy One, Thee, we laud.
    Not tainted with corruption’s stain,
    Hence from the grave Thou rose again,
    There’s healing now from His domain,
    Lord of  life rose again.

5. Thou shalt appear the second time,
    To our joy, chosen ones,
    To gather in the jewels fine,
    Precious Lord, Thou art mine.
    The sages in the distant past,
    In vision saw and were aghast,
    Of Thy return they did forecast,
    Oh, do come, Bridegroom mine.