Crowned with thorns upon the tree

Crowned with thorns upon the tree, Silent in Thine agony; Dying, crushed beneath the load Of the wrath and curse of God.

On thy pale and suff'ring brow, Mystery of love and woe; On Thy grief and sore amaze, Saviour, I would fix my gaze!

On Thy pierced and bleeding breast Thou dost bid the weary rest; Rest there from the world's false ways, Rest there from its vanities.

Rest in pardon and relief From the load of guilt and grief; Rest in Thy redeeming blood, Rest in perfect peace with God.

Sin-atoning Sacrifice, Thou art precious in mine eyes; Thou alone my rest shall be, Now and through eternity.