In the Lord's atoning grief Be our rest and sweet relief; Store we deep in heart's recess All the shame and bitterness: Thorns and cross and nails and lance, Wounds, our rich inheritance, Vinegar and gall and reed, And the cry his soul that freed. May these all our spirits fill, And with love's devotion thrill; In our souls plant virtue's root, And mature its glorious fruit. Crucified, we thee adore; Thee with all our hearts implore, Us with all thy saints unite In the realms of heavenly light. Christ, by coward hands betrayed, Christ, for us a captive made, Christ, upon the bitter Tree Slain for man, be praise to thee.
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