O wondrous hour, when Jesus, Thou

O wondrous hour, when Jesus, Thou, Co-equal with the eternal God, Beneath our sin didst deign to bow, And in our stead didst bear the rod.

When most in Satan's awful power, O Lord, Thy suffering spirit seemed, Then, in that dark and fearful hour, Our souls were by Thy blood redeemed.

' Tis in Thy cross, Lord, that we learn What Thou in all Thy fullness art; There, through the darkening cloud, discern The love of Thy devoted heart.

' Twas mighty love's constraining power That made Thee, blessed Saviour, die; ' Twas love, in that tremendous hour, That triumphed in Thy mighty cry.

' Twas all for us—our life we owe, Our hope, our crown of joy, to Thee; Thy sufferings in that hour of woe, Thy victory, Lord, have made us free.