I. O Boundless Grief,
Beyond Relief!
Where are my Passions hurried?
God the Father's darling Son
For my Sins is buried.

II. O Greatest Dread!
God-Man is dead.
See where he is expired,
And, for Sinners doom'd to Death,
Endless Life acquired.

III. O make a Pause,
And search the Cause
Of this unheard-of Murder!
Sinner! thine Apostacy
Cou'd advance no further.

IV. The Lamb of God
Has shed his Blood
For my and thy Salvation,
Thus to rescue sinful Men
From deserv'd Damnation.

V. O glorious Head!
Wast thou then made
Thus to be torn and wounded?
At this Sight, the guilty world
Ought to be confounded.

VI. O lovely Face!
Thou Source of Grace,
And Author of all Beauty!
Who can see Thee, and not melt
Into Tears of Duty?

VII. How blest he is,
Who weigheth this
With Christian Application,
That the Lord of Life and Light,
Dy'd for our Salvation.

VIII. O Jesu! blest
My Hope and Rest,
Grant me this heav'nly Favour,
That thy Blood, Cross, Death and Tomb
Prove my dying Savour.