O Christ, what burdens bow’d Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee:
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
To bear all ill 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.
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.
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou’rt risen; my bands are all untied;
And now Thou liv’st in me.