1 My Redeemer, overwhelmed with anguish,
Went to Olivet for me;
There He kneels, His heart doth heave and languish
In a bitter agony;
Fear and horror seize His soul and senses,
For the hour of darkness now commences;
Ah, how doth He weep and groan
For rebellious man to atone.

2 Could we tune our hearts and voices higher
Than man’s most exalted lays,
Yet, till joined to the celestial choir,
Cold would prove our warmest praise;
Jesus’ love exceeds all comprehension,
But our love to Him we scarce dare mention;
We may weep beneath His Cross,
But He wept and bled for us.

3 Lamb of God, Thou shalt remain forever
Of our songs the only theme;
For Thy boundless love, Thy grace and favor,
We will praise Thy saving Name;
That for our transgressions Thou wast wounded
Shall by us in nobler strains be sounded,
When we, perfected in love,
Once shall join the Church above.