137. O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head

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by Mrs. A.R. Cousin
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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.
“When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.” (John 19:30)
“Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” (1 Peter 2:24)
“But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water.” (John 19:34)
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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.
“Behold, all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die.” (Ezekiel 18:4)
“The soul that sinneth, it shall die. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father, neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son: the righteousness of the righteous shall be upon him, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon him.” (Ezekiel 18:20)
“And he went his way, and communed with the chief priests and captains, how he might betray him unto them.” (Luke 22:4)
“Then said Jesus unto Peter, Put up thy sword into the sheath: the cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?” (John 18:11)
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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.
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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.
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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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