1 Oh, come, my soul, your Savior see
Nailed to your cross on Calvary.
Your pains he bears; Your thorns he wears
That yours a crown of life might be.
2 'Tis yours, my soul, the sin, the shame,
The cross, the nails, the thirst, the pain;
In agony His blood runs free
To write in heaven's book your name.
3 Oh, sing, my soul, sing endlessly
The wondrous love that sets you free;
His dying breath Brings life from death,
Makes heav'n your home eternally.Source: Christian Worship: a Lutheran hymnal #99