O thou th'Eternal Son of God,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
We worship, while thy head is bowed
In agony and pain.
None tread with thee the holy place;
Thou sufferest alone;
Thine is the perfect sacrifice
Which only can atone.
Thou Great High Priest, thy glory-robes
Today are laid aside;
And human sorrow, Son of Man,
Thy Godhead seem to hide.
The cross is sharp, but in thy woe
This is the lightest part;
Our sin it is which pierces thee,
And breaks thy sacred heart.
Who love thee most, at thy dear cross
Will truest, Lord, abide;
Make thou that cross our only hope,
O Jesus crucified.