Brethren Archive Exploring the history of some of those known as "Plymouth Brethren", and a few other things.


NUMBER: 138

O Christ What Burdens Bowed Thy Head

by Mrs. Anne Ross Cousin


Tune: Substitution 8.6.8.6.8.6.

Tune: Substitution 8.6.8.6.8.6.
* Verses 1,3


1 O CHRIST, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead ---
To bear all ill for me.
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.

2 Death and the curse were in our cup ---
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
'Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup --- love drank it up;
Left but the love for me.

3 Jehovah lifted up His rod ---
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast forsaken of Thy God;
No distance now for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has flowed:
Thy bruising healeth me.

4 The tempest's awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee;
Thy open bosom was my ward;
It bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.

5 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou'rt risen: my bands are all untied;
And now Thou liv'st in me.
The Father's face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.




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