Verse 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.

Verse 2

Who, who, my Saviour, this has done?

Who would Thy sacred body wound?

No guilt Thy spotless heart has known,

No guile has in Thy lips been found.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

Too much to thee I cannot give;

Too much I cannot do for thee;

Let all Thy love, and all Thy grief,

Grav’n on my heart for ever be!

Verse 5

Still let Thy tears, Thy groans, Thy sighs,

O’erflow my eyes, and move my breast,

Till loosed from flesh and earth I rise,

And ever in Thy presence rest.