Cross of Jesus, Cross of Sorrow

Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow, Where the blood of Christ was shed,
Perfect man on thee was tortured, Perfect God on thee has bled.

Here the King of all the ages, Throned in light ere worlds could be,
Robed in mortal flesh is dying, Crucified by sin for me.

O mysterious condescending! O abandonment sublime!
Very God Himself is bearing All the sufferings of time.