| O Thou, the 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 robesToday are set aside;
 And human sorrows, Son of Man,
 Thy Godhead seem to hide.
 The cross is sharp, but in Thy woeThis 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.
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