1 O Jesus, "Man of Sorrows,"
Sole Son of God, the King!
What language shall I borrow
Thy boundless love to sing?
No mortal words can measure
The burdens thou didst take,
Accepting pain as pleasure,
All for my sinful sake.
2 By thine own kin neglected
By trusted ones denied
By bitter foes rejected,
Thorn-crowned, and crucified
Earth's hatred and affliction
In patience thou didst bear,
Returning benediction
For cross and nail and spear.
3 Had ever love such proving!
Was ever love so priced!
Ah, what is all my loving
Compared with thine, O Christ!
'Tis scarcely worth the gaining
This paltry heart of mine;
And yet for its obtaining
Thou paid'st a price divine.