riefs are ended,
Praise Him evermore.

IV

Crown the Lord of glory,
For His work is done;
Crown the King of glory,
God's eternal Son;
In my life enthroned,
Be Thy reign begun!

I

O Christ, when on the shameful tree,
Thou bor'st such cruel pain for me,
Thine every member felt the smart,
And sent its sorrows to Thy heart.

II

A crown of thorns Thy temples tore,
Thy face, O Christ, vile spittings bore,
And cruel hands, O action base!
Smote Thee, defiant, in the face.

III

When in Thy thirst, men heard Thee call,
Thy lips were drenched with bitter gall;
And to Thine ears the words were borne
Of blasphemy and ribald scorn.

IV

Thy hands and feet with nails were riven,
The spear into Thy side was driven;--
O Christ, when dying on the tree,
How great the pain Thou bor'st for me!

V

Now, by Thy Cross, Almighty King,
Salvation to the sinner bring,
And let Thy sacrifice for me
Teach me to sacrifice for Thee.

I

O God of love, whose mercy came
To this dark world of sin and shame,
And on a Cross of suffering sore,
That sin and shame in meekness bore.

II

Supreme the love the Christ displayed,
When He, True God, True Man was made;
When He was scorned, His patience then
Shone forth divine, with sinful men.

III

Did e'er such mercy lead the great
To stoop from high to low estate?
Did e'er such love incline the heart
To take the erring sinner's part?

IV

'Twas God who loved, 'twas God who gave
His Son our erring souls to save;
'Tis Christ that wins us by the love
From earth below to heaven above.

V

Win me, O Lord, whose mercy came
To this dark world of sin and shame,
To that bright world whose beauties shine
Forever in Thy love divine.

VI

To Thee, O Father, glory be,
And glory, Christ, God-Man, to Thee,
And to the Spirit, Three in One,
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