Cleft are the rocks, the earth doth quake,
The slumberers of the grave awake;
The temple’s veil is rent in twain;
For Christ our sacrifice is slain,
And bears of sin and death the pain.
Lo, nature’s face of beaming light
She veils in darkness at the sight
Of Him, her God, the Crucified!
’Tis man alone that dares deride
The Savior who for him hath died.
Despisèd is the Man of Grief,
Rejected, and denied belief,
By them whose sorrows He hath borne,
For whose transgressions He is torn,
Whose mortal weakness He hath worn.
The Mighty One, the Son of God,
Hath humbly kissed affliction’s rod,
That by His stripes we might be healed,
Our pardon by His blood be sealed,
And boundless mercy stand revealed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
And turned aside from wisdom’s way,
But He hath saved us from our sin;
Our God the ransom-Lamb hath been,
Our God hath saved us from our sin!
Oh let us cast each vice away,
Which thus the Son of God would slay!
With contrite heart and weeping eye
Behold the Savior’s cross on high
And every sin and folly fly!
So may we join the song of love
Which saints and angels sing above;
All honor, glory, praise to Thee,
Which wert and art and art to be,
The Lamb slain from eternity!