Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 133

O Thou who hast our sorrows took,
Who all our sins didst singly bear,
To Thy dear bloody cross we look,
We cast us on Thy offering there,
For pardon on Thy death rely,
For grace and strength to reach the sky.

We look on Thee our dying Lamb,
On Thee whom we have pierced, and mournr
Partakers of Thy grief and shame;
Thy anguish hath our bosoms torn,
For us Thou didst Thy life resign;
Was ever love or grief like Thine?

O what a killing thought is this,
A sword to pierce the faithful heart!
Our sins have slain the Prince of Peace;
Our sins which caused His mortal smart
With Him we vow to crucify;
Our sins which murder'd God shall die!

We nail the' old Adam to the tree,
Till not one breath of life remain;
But what we can present to Thee,
(To Thee whose blood hath purged our stain,)
Conjoin'd to Thy great sacrifice,
Well-pleasing in Thy Father's eyes.

The saved and Saviour now agree,
In closest fellowship combin'd;
We grieve, and die, and live with Thee,
To Thy great Father's will resign'd;
And God doth all Thy members own
One with Thyself, for ever one.