Scripture Verse

Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree. Galatians 3:13


Words: From the ap­pen­dix to the Ro­man Bre­vi­a­ry (Bo­lo­gna, It­a­ly, 1827) (As­pice, In­fa­mi Deus Ip­se Lig­no). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by Will­iam J. Blew, The Church Hymn and Tune Book (Lon­don: Fran­cis & John Riv­ing­ton, 1852), Lent and Pas­sion-tide sec­tion, num­ber 23.

Music: St. Cross The Church Hymn and Tune Book, 1852 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Note: Some hym­nals omit the first stan­za, and/or sub­sti­tute shame­ful for fe­lon’s in the se­cond stan­za.

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Blew (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


Lo—on th’inglorious tree
Our God, the God of Glory, hangs;
All steeped in blood is He,
And pierced with pangs.

A felon’s death He dies,
Uplift betwixt that robber-twain;
Sweet Lamb for sacrifice,
By sinners slain.

Pale, pale grows that dear brow,
In death that drooping head declines;
His parched lip moves and now
His soul resigns—

His placid soul—oh! gaze
On that wan face, that crown of thorn;
Those eyes which death-films glaze,
There look and mourn.

Mourn, and, with tears of blood,
Weep till thine eyes in death grow dim,
For Him unto the wood
Thou nail’st, yea Him—

To whom, the mighty God,
Washing in blood our sins away,
Our everlasting laud
We meekly pay.