Author:		Ann Ross Cousin, 1824-1906
Musician:		Ira D. Sankey, 1840-1908

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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.

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 blessing's draught for 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.

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.

For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee:
Thou art ris'n— my bands are all un-tied,
And now Thou liv'st in me:
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me!