1 Oh, awful load for that bow'd Head,
Terrific weight for that marr'd form,
He bore your sins, your burden dread,
And brav'd your judgment's fearful storm.
Thy death, Lord Jesus, evermore
Shall be our song on yonder shore,
We'll praise the blessed One who bore
Our load of sin upon the tree.
2 Transferred to Him the guiltless, see
Your guilt, in blood your debt was paid;
Behold, to set the captive free,
Jesus the great sin-off'ring made. [Chorus]
3 Believe, believe, thou guilty one;
That all thy sins deserved doom
Was borne by Christ: God's Holy Son
For thee has bow'd Him to the tomb. [Chorus]