L.M. 1 EXTENDED on a cursed tree, Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the king of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God.
2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found.
3 I, I alone, have done the deed! 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.
4 The burden, for me to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made.
5 In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey.
6 Saviour how shall I proclaim? How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless to all thy glory show.
7 Too much to thee I cannot give; Too much I cannot do for thee; Let all thy love, and all thy grief, Graven on my heart for ever be!
8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God, And love, with softest pity joined, For those that trample on thy blood!
9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.
