1 Cross of Jesus, Cross of sorrow,
Where the Blood of Christ was shed,
Perfect man on thee was tortured,
Perfect God on thee has bled.

2 Here the King of all the ages,
Throned in light ere worlds could be
Robed in mortal flesh is dying,
Crucified by sin for me.

3 O mysterious condescending!
O abandonment sublime!
Very God Himself is bearing
All the sufferings of time!

4 Evermore for human failure
By His Passion we can plead;
God has borne all mortal anguish,
Surely He will know our need.

5 This all human thought surpassing
This is earth's most awful hour,
God has taken mortal weakness!
God has laid aside His Pow'r!