Ye wretched sons of men draw near, The cries and groans of Jesus hear

1 Ye wretched sons of men draw near,
The cries and groans of Jesus hear;
Come see the blessed lamb of God,
There shedding of his precious Blood,

2 Behold him wounded scourg'd & bruis'd
Mock'd, and slander'd, and abus'd;
O hear his cries upon the tree:
Why hath my God forsaken me!

3 His pain, his anguish, and distress,
No heart can feel, no tongue express;
When all the powers of Hell broke in,
And Christ bore all the weight of sin.

4 When Jesus to the Cross was nail'd,
The Sun was all in darkness vail'd;
The Rocks were rent when Jesus cried!
The earth was shaken when he died.

5 The heavens their black curtains drew,
Such mournful scenes they could not view;
It was too much for human eye,
To see the King of Glory die.

6 How dark and awful was the day,
When Jesus died to take away;
Our curse and punishment and pain,
For which he died and rose again.

Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #LXVII