What law, be­lov­èd
Jesu, hast Thou brok­en?
Why have Thy foes
Such cru­el judg­ment spok­en?
What is Thy crime?
For what do they dis­dain Thee?
Why thus ar­raign Thee?

What laid on Thee
The griefs Thy soul en­dur­èd?
Ah! Lord, my guilt
Thy stripes and wounds pro­cur­èd;
My sad de­sert,
Whose sins my God have griev­èd,
Thou has re­ceiv­èd.

How great, how won­der­ful
Is this cor­rect­ion,
The Shep­herd’s death
Becomes His sheep’s pro­tect­ion!
The ser­vant’s sin
To Heav’n for ven­geance cri­eth;
His good Lord di­eth!

To reach Thy grace
In vain all thought as­cend­eth;
Above my praise
Thy mer­cy far ex­tend­eth!
Thy deeds of love
Surpass our ut­most mea­sure
Of work and trea­sure.