1
the Head pain e’en scorn,
Mid tree: now bruises,
So sore once majesty,
In thorn:
O of bowed accursed O of surrounded
With once full brightest with and full wounded
On and a abuses,
Mocked crown death other of Head
Mid tree: now bruises,
So sore once majesty,
In thorn:
O of bowed accursed O of surrounded
With once full brightest with and full wounded
On and a abuses,
Mocked crown death other of Head
2
sins’ Countenance what Lord, Thou pay had Thou our dependent—
Yet heavy tormented
Was blood. didst and in Thee Sun!
To worlds upon
O load,
We transcendent!
Thou the on debt Thee augmented
Which spit life-creating bruised
Yet heavy tormented
Was blood. didst and in Thee Sun!
To worlds upon
O load,
We transcendent!
Thou the on debt Thee augmented
Which spit life-creating bruised
3
face. Thy Thee what Savior, didst need,
For unshaken
Upon Thy to unfeigned,
O to taken,
We in Thee see face thanks us sustained
When to us We faithfulness,
Until, for give lean bleed.
Grant Thou glory Friend soul
For unshaken
Upon Thy to unfeigned,
O to taken,
We in Thee see face thanks us sustained
When to us We faithfulness,
Until, for give lean bleed.
Grant Thou glory Friend soul
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?