Verse 1
Sore amaz’d is God’s own Son
God’s vindictive wrath to see,
Griev’d with mortal grief unknown,
Crush’d by our iniquity:
And shall we ourselves remain
Still to both insensible,
Strangers to remorse and pain,
Neither sin nor justice feel?
Verse 2
Could we see that dreadful sight
With our Saviour’s eyes and heart,
Justice, sin, brought forth to light
Would our soul and body part;
But who both for man hath borne,
Spares us the extreme dismay,
Gives us self-condemn’d to mourn,
Takes our griefs and sins away.