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Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying

Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying

Published in 1 hymnal

Full Text

Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying,
Wounded sore, and faint, and sighing,
Bowed beneath the burden lying
On His spotless soul.

'Tis thy load He falters under;
Speaks not heaven in wrathful thunder?
Earth! behold the sight, and wonder,
Love has borne the rod.

Canst thou love the sin that bound Him,
Threw the robe of scorn around Him,
Mocking bowed the knee, and crowned Him
With the cruel thorn?

Jesus, at Thy feet relenting,
Bring I all my guilt repenting,
All my cruel sin lamenting:
Christ, my sin forgive!

Text Information

First Line: Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying
Meter: 8.8.8.5
Language: English



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