IV. Christ's Crucifixion

1 Jesus drinks the bitter cup;
The wine press treads alone,
Tears the graves and mountains up,
By his expiring groan:
Lo! the pow'rs of heav'n he shakes,
Nature in convulsion lies,
Earth's profoundest center quakes,
The great Jehovah dies!

2 Dies the glorious cause of all,
The true eternal plan;
Falls to raise us from our fall,
To ransom sinful man.
Well may Sol withdraw his light,
With the suff'er sympathize,
Leave the world in sudden night,
While his Creator dies.

3 O my God, he dies for me;
I feel the mortal smart!
See him hanging on a tree,
A sight that breaks my heart!
O that all to thee might turn!
Sinners, ye may love him too,
Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn,
For him who bled for you.

4 Weep o'er your desire and hope
With tears of humblest love;
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron'd above;
Lives our head to die no more
Pow'r is all to Jesus given,
Worship'd as he was before,
Th' immortal King of heav'n.

Text Information
First Line: Jesus drinks the bitter cup
Title: Christ's Crucifixion
Language: English
Publication Date: 1783
Notes: For LYME
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