1 LORD Jesus, our Redeemer,
What pains, what sufferings sore,
Were borne by Thee in patience,
To save us evermore!
Thy hands, Thy feet, both wounded;
Thy soul an offering made;
Thy precious blood outpouring,
Wherewith our peace was made.
2 For us Thou wast forsaken,
For us made sin by God:
We think upon Thine anguish,
Thy pain beneath the rod;
We thank Thee for Thy sorrows,
Thy suffering and Thy woe;
Though little, O Lord Jesus,
Our hearts those depths can know.
