Verse 1
Most righteous God, my doom I bear,
My load of guilt, and pain, and care,
Inslav’d to base desires,
Hard-toiling for imbitter’d bread,
I mourn my barren soul o’er-spread
With cursed thorns and briars.

Verse 2
Death’s sentence in myself receive,
And dust, to dust already cleave,
Exil’d from paradise,
Hastning to hellish misery,
Jesus, if unredeem’d by thee,
My soul forever dies.

Verse 3
But Jesus hath our sentence borne,
He did in our affliction mourn,
A man of sorrows made,
A servant and a curse for me;
He bears the utmost penalty,
He suffers in my stead.

Verse 4
I see him sweat great drops of blood,
I see him faint beneath my load!
The thorns his temples tear!
He bows his bleeding head, and dies!
He lives! He mounts above the skies,
He claims my Eden there!