255		CM
	IN Jesus’ name, with one accord,    Lift up a sacred hymn, And think what healing streams were poured     From every bleeding limb.
2	O, who can tell what woes He bore     When that pure blood was spilt, What pangs His tortured body tore     When loaded with our guilt?
3	’Twas not the insulting voice of scorn     So deeply wrung His heart; The piercing nail, the tearing thorn,     Caused not the saddest smart:
4	But every struggling sigh betrayed     A heavier grief within, When on His burdened soul was laid     The weight of human sin.
5	O Lord, Who came to earth to bear     Our sins’ oppressive load, Grant us Thy righteousness to wear,     And lead us to our God.
	William Hiley Bathurst, 1796-1877