1 O Seed of David, Son of God,
Thou from eternity
Were born to bear our curse as one
That hangeth on a tree.
2 For grace on earth could not prevail
Nor peace with man be made,
’Till sin’s full price to rend the veil
At Calvary was paid.
3 Lo, crushed that Seed in earth was placed,
But rose a Holy Vine;
A Tree of Life replete with grace
And mercy for mankind.
4 How blest that hour of brokenness
When mercy heard my plea,
To save me from my guilt and sin—
To hang my soul in Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9564