Oh, awful load for that bowed head,
Terrific weight for that marred form;
He bore your sins, your burden dread,
And braved your judgment’s fearful storm.
Thy death, Lord Jesus, evermore
Shall be our song on yonder shore;
We’ll praise the blessèd One who bore
Our load of sin upon the tree.
Transferred to Him the guiltless, see
Your guilt, in blood your debt was paid;
Behold, to set the captive free,
Jesus the great sin offering made.
Believe, believe, thou guilty one
That all thy sins deserving doom
Were borne by Christ, God’s holy Son,
For thou hast bowed Him to the tomb.