O Love divine, what hast thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Fa­ther’s co-eter­nal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree.
Th’immortal God for me hath died:
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied!

Behold Him, all ye that pass by,
The bleeding Prince of life and peace,
Come see, ye worms, your maker die,
And say, Was ever grief like His?
Come feel with me His blood applied:
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied!

Is cru­ci­fied for me and you,
To bring us rebels near to God;
Believe, be­lieve the record true,
We all are bought with Je­su’s blood.
Pardon for all flows from His side:
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied.

Then let us sit beneath His cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for Him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to Him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied!