O Christ, what burdens bow’d Thy head

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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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Steve Miller

Detroit, MI, United States

Mrs. Cousin, the wife of a Free Church of Scotland minister and the daughter of a doctor, possessed a literary gift. She wrote 107 hymns. - Songs of the Spirit by Martin

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A young of­fi­cer in the Brit­ish ar­my turned away in hor­ror from the doc­trine of this hymn. His pride re­volt­ed, his self-right­eous­ness rose in re­bel­lion, and he said: “He would be a cow­ard in­deed who would go to hea­ven at the cost of ano­ther!” As the years rolled away this man rose to dis­tinct­ion and high rank in the ar­my, and he al­so learned wis­dom. In his last hours, as he lay on his death­bed, he re­peat­edl­y begged those near him to sing “O Christ, what bur­dens bowed Thy head,” call­ing it, “My hymn, my hymn!” - Sankey's Story of the Gospel Hymns


Douglas

Pine Brook, New Jersey, United States

"That bitter cup -- love drank it up; now blessings draught for me." How can one improve upon that? Unfortunately we in our church never sang this hymn, but our pastor, Al Martin quoted it the first time (for us) during his preaching through Mark's Gospel when he got to the part about Jesus being in the garden of Gethsemane (Mk. 14:36) and a few times after that during his sermons. Also, someone in the church had it printed on fancy paper and I got a copy of it to read some years ago. I was happy to find it here as I lost my copy of it.

What a blessing!


Graham McKendry

Bearsden Glasgow, Strathclyde, United Kingdom

This comes from Scotland.

When we gathered together to remember our Lord and Saviour round His table until He comes again.

Happy days of fellowship and sang the hymn to the tune "Rowan Tree".

God Bless who look for His return.


Miguel A. Betancourt II

Hanahan, SC, United States

The fifth stanza is taken from Zechariah 13:7 and brought tears to my eyes as I reflected upon it. Hallelujah for the person and work of Christ!