How bit­ter-sweet the mys­te­ry:
Christ Je­sus cru­ci­fied.
Yet, He is not the guil­ty one,
No sin, though still He dies.

Hung on a cross of rug­ged wood,
Received He from God’s hand,
The pe­nal­ty, the wage of sin,
Deserved by wick­ed man.

O! Even more hope we shall find
Beyond the death He died.
Consider this, that from the grave
He rose and is alive.

For to this end Christ Je­sus died
Was raised and lives again;
That He might be the Lord of both
The dead and the liv­ing!

What glo­ri­ous day we long await
When Christ His church shall raise.
Since then for all eter­ni­ty
The Ris­en One we’ll praise.

God de­mon­strates His love in this:
While we were yet in sin,
Christ Je­sus died on our be­half.
We’re saved from wrath through Him!

Now sin­ner, hear! To His grace turn!
Repent, and be for­giv’n—
United with Him in His death;
Alive with Him now ris’n.