1
O Christ, what burdens bow'd Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A victim led; Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.
D
O Christ, what burdens
A
bow'd Thy
Bm
head!
Our
G
load was
A7
laid on
D-G
Thee;
Thou
D
stoodest
A
in the
Bm
sinner's
D
stead,
Didst
A
bear all
E7
ill for
A-A7
me.
A
D
victim
A
led; Thy
D
blood was
G
shed;
Now
D
there's no
A7
load for
D
me.
2
Death and the curse were in our cup,
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop—
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup—love drank it up;
Now blessings' draught for me.
Death and the curse were in our cup,
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop—
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup—love drank it up;
Now blessings' draught for me.
D
Death and the curse were
A
in our
Bm
cup,
O
G
Christ, 'twas
A7
full for
D-G
Thee!
But
D
Thou hast
A
drained the
Bm
last dark
D
drop—
’Tis
A
empty
E7
now for
A-A7
me.
That
D
bitter
A
cup—love
D
drank it
G
up;
Now
D
blessings'
A7
draught for
D
me.
3
Jehovah lifted up His rod,
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There's not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
Jehovah lifted up His rod,
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There's not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
D
Jehovah lifted up
A
His rod,
O
G
Christ, it
A7
fell on
D-G
Thee!
Thou
D
wast sore
A
stricken
Bm
of Thy
D
God;
There's
A
not one
E7
stroke for
A-A7
me.
Thy
D
tears, Thy
A
blood,
D
beneath it
G
flowed;
Thy
D
bruising
A7
healeth
D
me.
4
The tempest's awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
The tempest's awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
D
The tempest's awful
A
voice was
Bm
heard,
O
G
Christ, it
A7
broke on
D-G
Thee!
Thy
D
open
A
bosom
Bm
was my
D
ward,
It
A
braved the
E7
storm for
A-A7
me.
Thy
D
form was
A
scarred, Thy
D
visage
G
marred;
Now
D
cloudless
A7
peace for
D
me.
5
Jehovah bade His sword awake,
O Christ, it woke 'gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thy heart its sheath must be—
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.
Jehovah bade His sword awake,
O Christ, it woke 'gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thy heart its sheath must be—
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.
D
Jehovah bade His
A
sword
Bm
awake,
O
G
Christ, it
A7
woke 'gainst
D-G
Thee!
Thy
D
blood the
A
flaming
Bm
blade must
D
slake;
Thy
A
heart its
E7
sheath must
A-A7
be—
All
D
for my
A
sake, my
D
peace to
G
make;
Now
D
sleeps that
A7
sword for
D
me.
6
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou'rt ris'n: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv'st in me.
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me!
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou'rt ris'n: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv'st in me.
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me!
D
For me, Lord Jesus,
A
Thou hast
Bm
died,
And
G
I have
A7
died in
D-G
Thee;
Thou'rt
D
ris'n: my
A
bands are
Bm
all
D
untied,
And
A
now Thou
E7
liv'st in
A-A7
me.
When
D A
purified, made
D
white, and
G
tried,
Thy
D
glory
A7
then for
D
me!