Great High Priest, we view Thee stooping
With our names upon Thy breast,
In the garden groaning, drooping,
To the ground with horrors pressed;
Holy angels stood confounded,m
To behold their Maker thus;
And can we remain unmoved,
When we know 'twas all for us?
On the cross Thy body broken
Cancels every penal tie;
Tempted souls, produce this token,
All demands to satisfy.
All is finished: do not doubt it,
But believe your dying Lord;.
Never reason more about it,
Only trust His sacred Word.
Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely;
'Twas for us Thy blood was spilt;
Bruised Bridegroom, take us wholly,
Take, and make us what Thou wilt.
Thou hast borne the bitter sentence
Passed on man's accursed race;
True belief and true repentance
Are Thy gifts, Thou Gof of grace.
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