My cru­ci­fied Sav­ior,
Despised and con­temned,
Thou in­no­cent Vic­tim
For sin­ners con­demned,
Thy gar­ments are blood-stained,
Thy spir­it doth groan,
In ago­ny pros­trate,
Thou suff’rest alone.

Thou weep­est and moan­est
In con­flict and pray­er,
And writh­est in ago­ny,
Pain and des­pair;
In thir­ty years’ ang­uish
Our path Thou hast trod,
And di­est at last
To re­deem us to God.

Our Sav­ior thus fin­ished
God’s plan with our race,
And laid the foun­da­tion
For par­don and grace.
And then rose tri­um­phant,
The con­quer­ing Lord,
Appeased the Cre­at­or
And man­kind re­stored.

Restored to the bliss
That was lost in the fall,
Yea, great­er, for Je­sus
Prepared for us all
Eternal sal­va­tion
And man­sions above;
Come, poor, bur­dened si­nners,
Rejoice in His love.

Yea, come, trem­bling sin­ner,
Come just as thou art,
Thy cares and thy sor­rows
To Je­sus im­part;
In Him seek sal­va­tion
From death and the grave,
For Je­sus is will­ing
And migh­ty to save.