This is one of my favorite hymns. Click here to listen to the tune.
Oh Savior, thou who wearest A crown of piercing thorn,
The pain thou meekly bearest Weigh'd down by grief and scorn.
The soldiers mock and flail thee; For drink they give thee gall;
Upon the cross they nail thee To die, O King of all.
No creature is so lowly, No sinner so depraved,
But feels thy presence holy And thru thy love is saved.
Tho craven friends betray thee, They feel thy love's embrace;
The very foes who slay thee Have access to thy grace.
Thy sacrifice transcended The mortal law's demand.
Thy mercy is extended To every time and land.
No more can Satan harm us, Tho long the fight may be,
Nor fear of death alarm us; We live, O Lord, thru thee.
What praises can we offer To thank thee Lord most high?
In our place thou didst suffer; In our place thou didst die,
By heaven's plan appointed, To ransom us, our King.
Oh Jesus, the anointed, To thee our love we bring!
Text: Karen Lynn Davidson
Music: Hans Leo Hassler, adapted by J.S. Bach
Tune name: Passionate Choral