1 In the Lord’s atoning grief
be our rest and sweet relief;
store we deep in heart’s recess
all the shame and bitterness.
2 Thorns, and cross, and nails, and lance,
wounds, our treasure that enhance,
vinegar, and gall, and reed,
and the pang His soul that freed,
3 May these all our spirits sate,
and with love inebriate;
in our souls plant virtue’s root,
and mature its glorious fruit.
4 Crucified! We thee adore,
thee with all our hearts implore;
us with saintly bands unite
in the realms of heavenly light.
5 Christ, by coward hands betrayed,
Christ, for us a Captive made,
Christ, upon the bitter tree
slain for man, be praise to thee.
Source: CPWI Hymnal #156