Scripture Verse

He was oppressed, and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth: He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so He openeth not His mouth. Isaiah 53:7


Augustus M. Toplady (1740–1778)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Au­gus­tus M. Top­la­dy, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems (Lon­don: Da­ni­el Sedg­wick and Ham­il­ton & Ad­ams, 1775), pa­ges 130–31, alt.

Music: Hull New Ed­mund Ire­land, The Tunes of the Psalms in Two Parts (York, Eng­land: 1699) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Ire­land (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Dying Creator, slaughtered Lamb,
Thou hast poured out Thy blood for me;
O may I, kindled by Thy flame,
As freely give myself to Thee!
My heart to Thee I now resign,
For, Lord, it cost the blood of Thine!

To save my falling soul from death
Th’immaculate Re­deem­er died;
Lord, my offenses drove the nails,
The soldier, I, that pierced Thy side:
For this my restless eye runs o’er
Because I can lament no more.

How gladly should my head have worn
The crown of thorns to hinder Thine!
Have suffered in my Mas­ter’s stead,
And made Thy dying sorrows mine!
Have stretched my arms upon the tree,
And died myself to rescue Thee!

But O! no other sacrifice
The Fa­ther’s justice could appease;
Ten thousand worlds had died in vain,
Thy blood alone could buy our peace:
The God offended must be slain
To expiate th’offense of man!

And shall I not His cross take up
Who died upon a cross for me?
Jesus, through good and ill report,
I, in Thy strength, will follow Thee:
My Mas­ter lived despised, abhorred,
And I am not above my Lord.

The world combined, with one consent,
To trample on the Great Supreme;
The very God of very God,
A man of sorrows here became,
And all who seek in Heav’n to reign,
Must enter through the gate of pain.