Great high priest, we view Thee stooping With our names upon Thy breast In the garden groaning, drooping To the ground, with horror pressed Holy angels stood confounded To behold their maker thus And can we remain unmoved When we know 'twas all for us? On the cross Thy body broken Cancels every penal tie Tempted souls produce this token All demands to satisfy All is finished, do not doubt it But believe your dying Lord Never reason more about it Only trust His sacred word Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely 'Twas for us Thy blood was spilt Bruised bridegroom, take us wholly Take and make us what Thou wilt Thou hast borne the bitter sentence Passed on man's accursed race True belief and true repentance Are Thy gifts, Thou God of grace