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O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head

Original lyrics by Anne R. Cou­sin (1824-1906), adapted.
Additional lyrics and music by Gary Brumley
© 2017 New Moniker Music.

Sheet Music


O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.
Now standing free my soul shall sing
All glory, Christ, to Thee!

The curse of death was in our cup:
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee;
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup, love drank it up;
Now blessings poured for me.
I’ll pour forth praise to Thee always
All glory, Christ, to Thee!

The Father lifted up His rod;
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
Justice satisfied by Thee who died
All glory, Christ, to Thee!

The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
Thy awful death secured my rest
All glory, Christ, to Thee!

The Father bade His sword awake;
O Christ, it woke ’gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thine heart its sheath must be;
And for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.
I rest in this and Thy wounds I kiss.
All glory, Christ, to Thee!

For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee!
Thou art risen—my hands are untied,
And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white and tried,
Thy glory then I’ll see!
I’ll speak Thy praise throughout endless days
All glory, Christ, to Thee!
All glory, Christ, to Thee!