1 Lord, e'en to death Thy love could go,
A death of shame and loss,
To vanquish for us ev'ry foe,
And break the strong man's force.
2 Oh, what a load was Thine to bear,
Along in that dark hour,
Our sins in all their terror there,
God's wrath and Satan's pow'r!
3 The storm that bowed Thy blessed head
Is hushed forever now,
And rest divine is ours instead,
Whilst glory crowns Thy brow.
4 Within the Father's house on high
We soon shall sing Thy praise,
But here, where Thou didst bleed and die,
We learn that song to raise.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Lord, e'en to death Thy love could go |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |