1 Upon the cross extended,
See, world, your Lord suspended;
Your Savior yields His breath.
The Prince of Life from heaven
Himself hath freely given
To shame and blows and bitter death.
2 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 can flowing
Sighs welling from its deepest core.
3 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.
4 I caused Your grief and sighing
By evils multiplying
As countless as the sands.
I caused the woes unnumbered
With which You soul is cumbered,
Your sorrows raised by wicked hands.
5 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.
6 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.
7 Your cross I place before me,
Its saving pow'r restore me,
Sustain me in the test.
It will, when life is ending,
Be guiding and attending
My way to Your eternal rest.
|First Line:||Upon the cross extended|
|Title:||Upon the Cross Extended|
|Author:||Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76|
|Translator:||John Kelly, 1833-90|
|Scripture:||Isaiah 53; Hebrews 9:28; 1 Peter 2:21-25|
|Name:||O WELT, ICH MUSS DICH LASSEN|
|Composer:||Heinrich Isaac, c. 1450-1517|
|Incipit:||11235 43355 23171|
|Key:||F Major or modal|
|Source:||The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941 (Setting)|