| Song | Extended On A Cursed Tree |
| Content Description | Extended On A Cursed Tree” is a solemn hymn reflecting on the crucifixion of Jesus Christ and His ultimate sacrifice for humanity. The lyrics meditate on His suffering, the weight of sin He bore, and the redemption offered through His death. Often sung in Good Friday services, Passion reflections, and contemplative worship gatherings, the hymn invites believers to meditate on God’s mercy and Christ’s redemptive love. Searching “Extended On A Cursed Tree lyrics” reveals a timeless hymn that fosters deep spiritual reflection, gratitude for salvation, and reverent worship, helping believers remember the profound cost of sin and the hope of eternal life through Christ. |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | Hymn, Passion Hymn, Sacred Music, Traditional Christian Song, Devotional Hymn, Reflective Worship |
| Theme(s) | Crucifixion, Sacrifice, Redemption, Christ’s Love, Salvation |
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Extended On A Cursed Tree,
Besmeared With Dust, And Sweat, And Blood,
See There, The King Of Glory See!
Sinks And Expires The Son Of God.
Who, Who, My Saviour, This Hath Done?
Who Could Thy Sacred Body Wound?
No Guilt Thy Spotless Heart Hath Known,
No Guile Hath In Thy Lips Been Found.
I, I Alone, Have Done The Deed!
‘Tis I Thy Sacred Flesh Have Torn;
My Sins Have Caused Thee, Lord, To Bleed,
Pointed The Nail, And Fixed The Thorn.
The Burden, For Me To Sustain
Too Great, On Thee, My Lord, Was Laid;
To Heal Me, Thou Hast Borne My Pain;
To Bless Me, Thou A Curse Wast Made.
In The Devouring Lion’s Teeth,
Torn, And Forsook Of All, I Lay;
Thou Sprang’st Into The Jaws Of Death,
From Death To Save The Helpless Prey.
Saviour How Shall I Proclaim?
How Pay The Mighty Debt I Owe?
Let All I Have, And All I Am,
Ceaseless To All Thy Glory Show.
Too Much To Thee I Cannot Give;
Too Much I Cannot Do For Thee;
Let All Thy Love, And All Thy Grief,
Graven On My Heart For Ever Be!
The Meek, The Still, The Lowly Mind,
O May I Learn From Thee, My God,
And Love, With Softest Pity Joined,
For Those That Trample On Thy Blood!
Still Let Thy Tears, Thy Groans, Thy Sighs,
Overflow My Eyes, And Heave My Breast,
Till Loose From Flesh And Earth I Rise,
And Ever In Thy Bosom Rest.
