1. O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.
2. Death and the curse were in our cup:
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee;
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup, love drank it up;
Now blessing’s draught for me.
3. Jehovah lifted up His rod;
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
4. The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
5. Jehovah bade His sword awake;
O Christ, it woke ’gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thine heart its sheath must be;
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.
6. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee!
Thou’rt ris’n—my hands are all untied,
And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white and tried,
Thy glory then for me!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #4766
|First Line:||O Christ, what burdens bowed thy head|
|Author:||Anne R. Cousin|
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|Small Church Music #4936||哦，主，甚麼使祢頭垂？ (O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head)||哦，主，甚麼使祢頭垂？ (O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head)||SUBSTITUTION||188.8.131.52.8.6||<a href="/hymnal/hymn1984">Hymnary, 1984 - 聖徒詩歌</a>|
|The Cyber Hymnal #4766||O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head||O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head||SUBSTITUTION||Anne R. Cousin, 1824-1906||86.86.86|