| Song | O Christ What Burdens Bowed Thy |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Anne Ross Cundell Cousin |
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| Tags | O Christ What Burdens Bowed Thy |
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O Christ, What Burdens
Bowed Thy Head!
Our Load Was Laid On Thee;
Thou Stoodest In The Sinner’s Stead,
Didst Bear All Ill For Me.
A Victim Led, Thy Blood Was Shed;
Now There’s No Load For Me.
Death And The Curse
Were In Our Cup:
O Christ, ‘Twas Full For Thee;
But Thou Hast Drained
The Last Dark Drop,
‘Tis Empty Now For Me.
That Bitter Cup, Love Drank It Up;
Now Blessing’s Draught For Me.
Jehovah Lifted Up His Rod;
O Christ, It Fell On Thee!
Thou Wast Sore Stricken Of Thy God;
There’s Not One Stroke For Me.
Thy Tears, Thy Blood,
Beneath It Flowed;
Thy Bruising Healeth Me.
The Tempest’s Awful
Voice Was Heard,
O Christ, It Broke On Thee!
Thy Open Bosom Was My Ward,
It Braved The Storm For Me.
Thy Form Was Scarred,
Thy Visage Marred;
Now Cloudless Peace For Me.
Jehovah Bade His Sword Awake;
O Christ, It Woke ‘Gainst Thee!
Thy Blood The Flaming Blade
Must Slake;
Thine Heart Its Sheath Must Be;
All For My Sake, My Peace To Make;
Now Sleeps That Sword For Me.
The Holy One Did Hide His Face;
O Christ, ‘Twas Hid From Thee!
Dumb Darkness Wrapt
Thy Soul A Space,
The Darkness Due To Me.
But Now That Face Of Radiant Grace
Shines Forth In Light On Me.
For Me, Lord Jesus, Thou Hast Died,
And I Have Died In Thee!
Thou’rt Ris’n
My Hands Are All Untied,
And Now Thou Liv’st In Me.
When Purified, Made White And Tried,
Thy Glory Then For Me!
