Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 135

Amazing love to mortals show'd!
The sinless body of our God
Was fasten'd to the tree.
And shall our sinful members live?
No, Lord, they shall not Thee survive,
They all shall die with Thee.

The feet which did to evil run,
The hands which violent acts have done,
The greedy heart and eyes,
Base weapons of iniquity,
We offer up to death with Thee,
A whole burnt sacrifice.

Our sins are on Thine altar laid,
We do not for their being plead,
Or circumscribe Thy power;
Bound on Thy cross Thou seest them lie
Let all this cursed Adam die,
Die, and revive no more.

Root out the seeds of pride and lust,
That each may of Thy passion boast
Which doth the freedom give:
The world to me is crucified,.
And I who on His cross have died
To God for ever live.