1 See, world, upon the bloody tree
Thy life there sinks in death;
Covered with stripes and wounds for thee,
Thy Savior yields His breath.
2 Thou Prince of Glory knew’st no sin;
What caused, Thee, then Thy pain?
Thou harmless, undefiled and clean,
What caused Thee to be slain?
3 My sins, as numerous as the sands,
Upon the ocean shore,
Have been the cruel murderous hands
That wounded Thee so sore.
4 Thy anguish, Thy tormenting pain,
And every dreadful woe,
Thou didst so willingly sustain,
My soul should undergo.
5 Thou on Thy shoulders tak’st the whole,
To ease my burdened heart:
Thou bear’st the curse, to bless my soul,
And heal’st me with Thy smart.
6 Thy wondrous love to evidence,
Thou wouldst my surety be;
Thyself would’st pay my debt immense,
Thereby to set me free.
7 Thou art destruction to the grave;
Death’s enemy severe;
That each who was before his slave,
Might now be saved from fear.
8 My debt to Thee, Thou God of Love!
Weak words cannot express;
I cannot here, if there above,
Show proper thankfulness.
9 Grant me but this while I am here,
Since I can nothing give,
Thy sufferings in my heart to bear,
And in Thy death to live!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9803
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9803||See, World, Upon The Bloody Tree||See, world, upon the bloody tree||BALLERMA||Paul Gerhardt ; Philipp H. Molther||CM||<cite>Praxis Pietatis Melica</cite> by Johann Crüger, 1648; Trans.: <cite>Moravian Hymn Book</cite>, 1742|