O Thou, the Eternal Son of God

O thou, th'Eternal Son of God,
the Lamb for sinners slain,
we worship, while thy head is bowed
in agony and pain.

None tread with thee the holy place;
thou sufferest alone;
thine is the perfect sacrifice
which only can atone.

Thou Great High Priest, thy glory-robes
today are laid aside;
and human sorrows, Son of Man,
thy Godhead seem to hide.

The cross is sharp, but in thy woe
this is the lightest part;
our sin it is which pierces thee,
and breaks thy sacred heart.

Who love thee most, at thy dear cross
will truest, Lord, abide;
make thou that cross our only hope,
O Jesus crucified.