1 Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
Where the blood of Christ was shed,
Perfect man on thee did suffer,
Perfect God on thee has bled!
2 Here the King of all the ages,
Throned in light ere worlds could be,
Robed in mortal flesh is dying,
Crucified by sin for me.
3 O mysterious condescending!
O abandonment sublime!
Very God Himself is bearing
All the sufferings of time!
4 Evermore for human failure
By His passion we can plead;
God has borne all mortal anguish,
Surely He will know our need.
|First Line:||Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow|
|Title:||Cross of Jesus, Cross of Sorrow|
|Author:||William J. Sparrow-Simpson (1887)|
|Meter:||8 7 8 7|
|Topic:||Christ: Cross of; Christ: Death; Christ: Passion(2 more...)|