Verse 1
Extended on a cursed tree,
Besmear’d 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 hath
done?
Who could Thy sacred body[wound?
No guilt Thy spotless heart hath
known,
No guile hath 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
The burden, for me to sustain
Too great on Thee, my Lord
was laid;
To heal me, Thou hast borne my[pain;
To bless me, Thou a curse wast
made.
Verse 5
My Saviour, how shall I proclaim?
How pay the mighty debt I owe?
Let all I have and all I am,
Ceaseless to all Thy glory show.
Verse 6
Too much to Thee I cannot give;
Too much I cannot do for Thee;
Let all Thy love, and Thy grief
Graven on my heart for ever be!
Gerhardt.