O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head!
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.
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee!
Thou’rt ris’n—my hands are all untied,
And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white and tried,
Thy glory then for me!
Tags: Cross, Easter, Gospel, Jesus, Resurrection
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April 13, 2009 at 6:53 pm
Timmy – Did you write this?
April 13, 2009 at 8:01 pm
It was written by Anne R. Cousin (1824-1906)
Here’s the link to the hymn at Cyber Hymnal:
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/o/c/ocwbubth.htm
April 14, 2009 at 12:04 am
Kenan is correct, although is that not Fanny Crosby? For some reason, I thought she had something to do with it.
April 16, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Fanny Crosby (1820-1915) and Anne R. Cousin were two different hymnwriters; FC in this country; ARC in Scotland. Mrs. Cousin is probably best known for taking the dying words of Samuel Rutherford (1600-1660) and versifying them into the hymn we know as “The Sands of Time Are Sinking.”
” . . . And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s Land.”
This hymn has 19 wonderful verses!