1 What caus'd a deep and mournful sound?
What caus'd the earthquakes cleve the ground
Both heav'n and earth set in amaze?
The glorious Sun, to hide his face!
2 No wonder why the earth does shake,
The seas convuls'd, and mountains quake;
And nature shrinking with surprize,
Since Christ, the mighty Saviour dies.
3 His blood is streaming from the tree,
It is my Saviour, O 'tis he;
My only Saviour, O my God!
There shedding his attoning blood.
4 For me there on the Cross he hangs,
For me he feels such horrid pangs;
For me he yields his fleeting breath,
For me he dies that painful death.
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