Today's Hymn: O Christ, what Burdens

O Christ, What Burdens

O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.

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;
Now blessing’s draught for me.

Jehovah lifted up His rod;
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.

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

Jehovah bade His sword awake,
O Christ, it woke ‘gainst Thee;
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake,
Thy heart its sheath must be;
All for my sake, my peace to make:
Now sleeps that sword for me.

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;
When purified, made white and tried,
Thy GLORY then for me.

Mrs A.R. Cousin

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton