By Thy Cross and Passion

What hast Thou done for me, O mighty Friend,
Who lovest to the end !
Reveal Thyself, that I may now behold
Thy love unknown, untold,
Bearing the curse, and made a curse for me,
That blessed and made a blessing I might be.

Oh, Thou wast crowned with thorns, that I might wear
A crown of glory fair ;
'Exceeding sorrowful,' that I might be
Exceeding glad in Thee ;
'Rejected and despised,' that I might stand
Accepted and complete on Thy right hand. in.

Wounded for my transgression, stricken sore,
That I might' sin no more ;'
Weak, that I might be always strong in Thee ;
Bound, that I might be free ;
Acquaint. with grief, that I might only know
Fulness of joy in everlasting flow.

Thine was the chastisement, with no release,
That mine might be the peace ;
The bruising and the cruel stripes were Thine,
That healing might be mine ;
Thine was the sentence and the condemnation,
Mine the acquittal and the full salvation.

For Thee revilings, and a mocking throng,
For me the angel-song ;
For Thee the frown, the hiding of God's face,
For me His smile of grace ;
Sorrows of hell and bitterest death for Thee,
And heaven and everlasting life for me.

Thy cross and passion, and Thy precious death,
While I have mortal breath,
Shall be my spring of love and work and praise,
The life of all my days ;
Till all this mystery of love supreme
Be solved in glory — glory's endless theme.