253		LM
	EXTENDED on a cursèd tree,    Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the King of glory see!     Sinks and expires the Son of God.
2	Who, who, my Saviour, this has done?     Who would Thy sacred body wound? No guilt Thy spotless heart has known,     No guile has in Thy lips been found.
3	I, I alone, have done the deed!     ’Tis I Thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused Thee, Lord, to bleed,     Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.
4	Too much to Thee I cannot give;     Too much I cannot do for Thee; Let all Thy love, and all Thy grief,     Grav’n on my heart for ever be!
5	Still let Thy tears, Thy groans, Thy sighs,     O’erflow my eyes, and move my breast, Till loosed from flesh and earth I rise,     And ever in Thy presence rest.
	Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76, tr John Wesley, 1703-91