O Thou, the Eternal Son of God

O Thou, the eternal Son of God, The Lamb, for sinners slain, We worship, while Thy head is bowed In agony and pain.

None tread with Thee the holy place; Thou sufferest alone; Thine is the perfect sacrifice Which only can atone.

Thou great High Priest, Thy glory robes Today are set aside; And human sorrows, Son of Man, Thy Godhead seem to hide.

The cross is sharp, but in Thy woe This is the lightest part; Our sin it is which pierces Thee, And breaks Thy sacred heart.

Who love Thee most, at Thy dear cross, Will truest, Lord, abide; Make Thou that cross our only hope, O Jesus crucified.