Upon the cross extended
See, world, your Lord suspended.
Your Savior yields his breath.
The Prince of Life from heaven
Himself has freely given
To shame and blows and bitter death.
Come, see these things and ponder,
Your soul will fill with wonder
As blood streams from each pore.
Through grief beyond all knowing
From his great heart came flowing
Sighs welling from its deepest core.
Who is it, Lord, that bruised you?
Who has so sore abused you
And caused you all your woe?
We all must make confession
Of sin and dire transgression
While you no ways of evil know.
I caused your grief and sighing
By evils multiplying
As countless as the sands.
I caused the woes unnumbered
With which your soul is cumbered
Your sorrows raised by wicked hands.
Your soul in griefs unbounded,
Your head with thorns surrounded,
You died to ransom me.
The cross for me enduring,
The crown for me securing,
You healed my wounds and set me free.
Your cords of love, my Savior,
Bind me to you forever,
I am no longer mine.
To you I gladly tender
All that my life can render
And all I have to you resign.
Your cross I place before me;
Its saving power restore me,
Sustain me in the test.
It will, when life is ending,
Be guiding and attending
My way to your eternal rest.
Paul Gerhardt (1607-1676)