Jesus in Gethsemane
Bowed with mortal strife I see:
Conscience stings me, for I know
'Twas my sin constrained Him so:
All that weight of agony
God's Son underwent for me.
Lo! my sin doth heavier lie
E'en than earth and sea and sky:
Jesus in His Father's name
Bears this universal frame;
Yet the Word of God falls low,
When He bears sin's weight of woe.
Thus Thou givest me, Lord, Thy peace;
Comfort which can never cease:
Greater that paid ransom's worth
Unto God than heaven and earth:
By Thine agony I win
Certain pardon for my sin.