Verse 1
Thou man of affliction and woe,
What is it, to suffer with thee?
Thy secret I languish to know,
Thy passion and death on the tree:
Thou, Jesus, alone canst explain,
And give me a sense of thy load:
Ah, shew me in darkness and pain
The heart of a crucified God.

Verse 2
If tempted in death, and forsook
Thy burthen unknowing I bear,
To God with astonishment look,
Nor find a return of my prayer;
Assure me, my anguish is thine;
This hope to a sinner afford,
And lo, I my spirit resign,
And chearfully die—with my Lord!

Verse 3
Or let me in sorrow remain,
So thou my Redeemer art nigh,
Thy marks in my body sustain,
And daily in agonies die,
Fill up thy afflictions below,
So thou to my conscience reveal
Thou dost my infirmities know,
My griefs thou art troubled to feel.

Verse 4
Sustain’d by the pity divine,
That pants in Immanuel’s breast,
My sorrow uniting to thine,
In calm resignation I rest:
Thy word to the members is sure,
The joy is annext to the pain:
With thee to the end I endure,
With thee I in glory shall reign.