Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping,
With our names upon Thy breast,
In the garden groaning, drooping,
To the ground with sorrows pressed.
Weeping angels stand confounded,
To behold their Maker thus,
And shall we remain unwounded,
When we know ’twas all for us?
On the cross Thy body broken,
Cancels every penalty;
Tempted souls produce this token
All demands to satisfy.
All is finished; do not doubt it,
But believe your dying Lord;
Never reason more about it,
Only take Him at His Word.
Come, behold your Savior bleeding,
Streams of mercy from Him flow,
Whilst before His Father pleading
For those men who wrought His woe.
Lo, He cried,
Father, forgive them,
Though they do My life pursue,
I am willing to receive them,
For they know not what they do.
Come, Thou everlasting Spirit,
Bring to every thankful mind
All the Savior’s dying merit,
All His suffering for mankind.
True recorder of His passion,
Now Thy living fire impart,
Now reveal Thy great salvation,
Preach His Gospel to our heart.
Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely;
’Twas for us Thy blood was spilt;
Bruisèd Bridegroom, take us wholly,
Take, and make us what Thou wilt.
Thou has borne the bitter sentence
Passed on man’s devoted race;
True belief, and true repentance
Are Thy gifts, Thou God of grace.