1 Lord Jesus, our Redemer,
What pains, what suff'rings sore,
Were borne by Thee in patience,
To save us evermore!
Thy hands, Thy feet, both wounded;
Thy soul an off'ring made;
Thy precious blood outpouring,
Where with our peace was made.
2 For us Thou wast forsaken,
For us made sin by God:
We think upon Thine anguish,
Thy pain beneath the rod;
We thank Thee for sorrows,
Thy suff'ring and Thy woe;
Though little, O Lord Jesus,
Our hearts those depths can know.
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| First Line: | Lord Jesus, our Redeemer |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1987 |