Surely Christ Thy Griefs Has Borne
by Augustus M. Toplady
from Christ in Song, Hymns of Immanual V1: Selected from All Ages With Notes by Philip Schaff (194-195)
Surely Christ thy griefs has borne;
Weeping soul, no longer mourn;
View Him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out His life for thee;
There thy every sin He bore;
Weeping soul, lament no more.
All thy crimes on Him were laid:
See upon His blameless head
Wrath its utmost vengeance pours,
Due to my offence and yours;
Wounded in our stead He is,
Bruised for our iniquities.
Weary sinner, keep thine eyes
On th' atoning sacrifice;
There th'incarnate Deity,
Numbered with transgressors, see;
There, his Father's absence mourns,
Nailed and bruised, and crowned with thorns.
See thy God His head bow down,
Hear the Man of Sorrows groan!
For thy ransom there condemned,
Stripped, derieded, and blasphemed;
Bleed the guiltless for th' unclean,
Made an offering for thy sin.
Cast thy guilty soul on Him,
Find Him mighty to redeem;
At His feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubs and cares away;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead His promise, trust His grace.
Lord, Thine arm must be revealed,
Ere I can by faith be healed;
Since I scarce can look to Thee,
Cast a gracious eye on me:
At Thy feet myself I lay;
Shine, O shine, my fears away!