Music by John Stevenson, words by H. Rossier; tr. C. A. Wellesley
Lord, e'en to death Thy love could go,
A death of shame and loss,
To vanquish for us every foe,
And break the strong man's force.
Oh, what a load was Thine to bear,
Alone in that dark hour,
Our sins in all their terror there,
God's wrath and Satan's power!
Within the Father's house on high
We soon shall sing Thy praise,
But here, where Thou didst bleed and die,
We learn that song of praise.