Hymns, #94

Praise of the Lord - His Suffering

Eng/Kor:94  Chin:84  Span:-  Rus:-  Tag:94  Fra:-  Por:-

Lyrics:Ann Ross Cousin
Music:Ira D. Sankey

This hymn has a unique tune.


O Christ, what burdens bow'd Thy head!

Our load was laid on Thee;

Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead,

Didst bear all ill for me.

A victim led; Thy blood was shed;

Now there's no load for me.


Death and the curse were in our cup,

O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!

But Thou hast drained the last dark drop —

'Tis empty now for me.

That bitter cup — love drank it up;

Now blessings' draught for me.


Jehovah lifted up His rod,

O Christ, it fell on Thee!

Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;

There's not one stroke for me.

Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;

Thy bruising healeth me.


The tempest's awful voice was heard,

O Christ, it broke on Thee!

Thy open bosom was my ward,

It braved the storm for me.

Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;

Now cloudless peace for me.


Jehovah bade His sword awake,

O Christ, it woke 'gainst Thee!

Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;

Thy heart its sheath must be —

All for my sake, my peace to make;

Now sleeps that sword for me.


For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,

And I have died in Thee;

Thou'rt ris'n: my bands are all untied,

And now Thou liv'st in me.

When purified, made white, and tried,

Thy glory then for me!

Hymn #94