Nailed to the Cross the Savior Dies

I
Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies,
While earth is moved with sore dismay,
And e’en the sun, though high at noon,
In anguish veils the light of day.

II
Then hell and darkness riot held,
And sin and death combined their power
To crush the Christ Whom sinful men
Had hastened to that awful hour.

III
But O, ’twas darkness deeper still
Than o’er the earth in blackness lay,
When God beheld the suffering Son,
And turned from Him His face away.

IV
Ah! whence that suffering? Whence that woe?
The horror felt by earth and sky?
The victory of the powers of night,
That doomed the God-man there to die?

V
My soul distressed, look up! behold!
With light from heaven the earth is filled;—
The Christ that awful conflict met,
Because a God of wisdom willed.

VI
Now sin its latest shaft has hurled,
And death put forth its utmost might,
But, lo, the Christ the conflict stood,
And sin and death are vanquished, quite.

VII
Glory to Thee our souls proclaim,
Great Son of God, Thou Victor strong;
Thy love inspires our hearts to sing,
The victory fills our endless song.

Hymns from the Morningland, 1911