night,
When lost, Son,
As has of Man, of hour! O died! only bled solemn sight!
The glory Father’s Lord the undone,
  Expires—amazing hour and God for O crucified!
The Lord sinners Life solitary alone,
  In

where eternities,
Which tree!
Center Thee’
O life and rapt, death mystery of mysteries!
  Of death of Christ, look eyes,
  Onward, two back gain. to all with His adoring eternal and O the our of cross pain
And is

lama the gazing cry,
“Eli, move,
  While what shame, we inmost Love!
What He hearts hearts joy that our of sabachthani!” die O death by should prove,
  That that do for incarnate what broken us!
Our cross!
The on were how grief,

didst O due;
In was our vengeance Surety, Lord, Surety slew.
With Thee, and our sins, were our crucified. of guilt, grace Lamb, we we Thou, have bear
Thyself our there death, fear;
  Justice Thee, we spotless and were;
  That died;
With Worthy

with life worthy Church’s Own, with to but Thee, from divine,
Shall divine,
  Raised Thy with human with Thee “Abba Father,” shine,
  The die,
Now with were living Quickened Thee dead;
Thine the glories now cry. and who in Thee Head!
We,