1 My crucified Saviour, despised and contemned,
Thou innocent Victim for sinners condemned,
Thy garments are blood-stained, Thy spirit doth groan,
In agony prostrate, Thou sufferest alone.
2 Thou weepest and moanest in conflict and prayer,
And writhest in agony, pain and despair;
In thirty years' anguish our path Thou has trod,
And diest at last to redeem us to God.
3 For me Thou hast labored salvation to win,
For me tasted death to atone for my sin;
Neglected, forsaken, but mindful of me,
Thou prayest for those who have crucified Thee.
4 Thou consecrate Victim, my Passover slain,
The gall and the wormwood for me Thou dost drain,
That I might be blessed Thou sufferest all woe,
And diest at last on me life to bestow.
5 Our Saviour thus finished God's plan with our race,
And laid the foundation for pardon and grace,
And then rose triumphant, the conquering Lord,
Appeased the Creator and mankind restored.
6 Restored to the bliss that was lost in the fall,
Yea, greater, for Jesus prepared for us all
Eternal salvation and mansions above;
Come, poor burdened sinners, rejoice in His love.
7 What is, then, to be reconciled unto God?
It is that He silenced the curse by His blood;
And what the relation to which we're restored?
The right to be counted the friends of the Lord.
8 So come, trembling sinner, come just as thou art,
Thy cares and thy sorrows to Jesus impart;
In Him seek salvation from death and the grave,
For Jesus is willing and might to save.