O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head Hymn Lyrics

1 O Christ, what burdens bowed 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.

2 Death and the curse were in our cup:

O Christ, ’twas full for Thee !

Bat Thou hast drained the last dark drop,

Tis empty now for me:

That bitter cup, love drank it up,

Now blessing’s draught for 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.

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.

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.

6 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,

And I have died in Thee:

Thou’rt risen—my bands are all un-tied;

And now Thou liv’st in me;

When purified, made white, and tried,

Thy glory then for me.