One day when Heaven was filled with His praises,One day when sin was as black as could be,Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin,Dwelt among men, my Example is He!
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;Buried, He carried my sins far away;Rising, He justified freely forever;One day He’s coming—O glorious day!
One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain,One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;Suffering anguish, despised and rejected:Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!
One day they left Him alone in the garden,One day He rested, from suffering free;Angels came down o’er His tomb to keep vigil;Hope of the hopeless, my Savior is He!
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,One day the stone rolled away from the door;Then He arose, over death He had conquered;Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,One day the skies with His glories will shine;Wonderful day, my belovèd ones bringing;Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!
Upon the cross extended,See, world, thy Lord suspended.Thy Savior yields His breath.The Prince of Life from HeavenHimself hath freely givenTo shame and blows and bitter death.
Come hither now and ponder,’Twill fill thy soul with wonder,Blood streams from every pore.Through grief whose depth none knoweth,From His great heart there flowethSigh after sigh of anguish o’er.
Who is it that hath bruised Thee?Who hath so sore abused TheeAnd caused Thee all Thy woe?While we must make confessionOf sin and dire transgression,Thou deeds of evil dost not know.
I caused Thy grief and sighingBy evils multiplyingAs countless as the sands.I caused the woes unnumberedWith which Thy soul is cumbered,Thy sorrows raised by wicked hands.
’Tis I who should be smitten,My doom should here be written;Bound hand and foot in hell.The fetters and the scourging,The floods around Thee surging,’Tis I who have deserved them well.
The load Thou takest on Thee,That pressed so sorely on me,It crushed me to the ground.The cross for me enduring,The crown for me securing,My healing in Thy wounds is found.
A crown of thorns Thou wearest,My shame and scorn Thou bearest,That I might ransomed be.My Bondsman, ever willing,My place with patience filling,From sin and guilt hast made me free.
Thy cords of love, my Savior,Bind me to Thee forever,I am no longer mine.To Thee I gladly tenderAll that my life can renderAnd all I have to Thee resign.
Thy cross I’ll place before me,Its saving power be o’er me,Wherever I may be;Thine innocence revealing,Thy love and mercy sealing,The pledge of truth and constancy.
How God at our transgressionTo anger gives expression,How loud His thunders roll,How fearfully He smiteth,How sorely He requiteth—All this Thy sufferings teach my soul.
When evil men revile me,With wicked tongues defile me,I’ll curb my vengeful heart.The unjust wrong I’ll suffer,Unto my neighbor offerForgiveness of each bitter smart.
Thy groaning and Thy sighing,Thy bitter tears and dying,With which Thou was opprest—They shall, when life is ending,Be guiding and attendingMy way to Thine eternal rest.
Down life’s dark vale we wander,Till Jesus comes;We watch and wait and wonder,Till Jesus comes.
All joy His loved ones bringing,When Jesus comes;All praise through heaven ringing,When Jesus comes.All beauty bright and vernal,When Jesus comes;All glory, grand, eternal,When Jesus comes.
Oh, let my lamp be burningWhen Jesus comes;For Him my soul be yearningWhen Jesus comes.
No more heart pangs nor sadness,When Jesus comes;All peace and joy and gladness,When Jesus comes.
All doubts and fears will vanish,When Jesus comes;All gloom His face will banish,When Jesus comes.
He’ll know the way was dreary,When Jesus comes;He’ll know the feet grew weary,When Jesus comes.
He’ll know what griefs oppressed me,When Jesus comes;Oh, how His arms will rest me!When Jesus comes.