O Love di­vine, what hast thou done!
The im­mor­tal God hath died for me!
The Fa­ther’s co-eter­nal Son
Bore all my sins up­on the tree.
Th’im­mor­tal God for me hath died:
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied!

Behold Him, all ye that pass by,
The bleed­ing Prince of life and peace,
Come see, ye worms, your mak­er die,
And say, Was ev­er grief like His?
Come feel with me His blood ap­plied:
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied!

Is cru­ci­fied for me and you,
To bring us re­bels near to God;
Believe, be­lieve the re­cord true,
We all are bought with Je­su’s blood.
Pardon for all flows from His side:
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied.

Then let us sit be­neath His cross,
And glad­ly catch the heal­ing stream;
All things for Him ac­count but loss,
And give up all our hearts to Him;
Of no­thing think or speak be­side,
My Lord, my love, is cru­ci­fied!