1 Peter 2:21: Jesus, Thy blood hath purged my sin

Jesus, Thy blood hath purged my sin,
Thy blood shall wash me white as snow:
But show me all Thy sufferings mean,
Thy passion's utmost purport show,
And teach my heart the mystery:
Why didst Thou live, and die for me?

Thou didst not work, that I secure
In sloth might all the day remain,
Thou didst not unknown grief endure,
To supersede my needless pain:
Thy life requires my active zeal,
Thy death, that I should suffer still.

No follower after Thee I am,
If nothing for Thy sake I bear;
A stranger to Thy grief and shame,
In vain to call Thee mine I dare:
Thy suffering, Lord, doth mine imply,
And binds me on Thy cross to die.

Then let me Thee my Pattern trace,
With hee cry out, and faint and bleed,
Till partner of Thy last distress
I taste the gall, and bow my head,
Calmly my spotless soul resign,
And die into the arms Divine.