33. O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head

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by Mrs. Cousins
1
O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
 
Our load was laid on Thee;
 
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead
 
To bear all ill for me.
 
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
 
Now there’s no load for me.
2
Death and the curse were in our cup — 
 
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee;
 
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
 
’Tis empty now for me.
 
That bitter cup — love drank it up;
 
Left but the love for me.
3
Jehovah lifted up His rod — 
 
O Christ, it fell on Thee;
 
Thou wast forsaken of Thy God;
 
No distance now for me.
 
Thy blood beneath that rod has flowed:
 
Thy bruising healeth me.
4
The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
 
O Christ, it broke on Thee;
 
Thy open bosom was my ward;
 
It bore the storm for me.
 
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
 
Now cloudless peace for me.
5
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
 
And I have died in Thee;
 
Thou’rt risen: my bands are all untied,
 
And now Thou liv’st in me.
 
The Father’s face of radiant grace
 
Shines now in light on me.
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