1. O Savior, thou who wearestA crown of piercing thorn,The pain thou meekly bearest,Weigh'd down by grief and scorn.The soldiers mock and flail thee;For drink they give thee gall;Upon the cross they nail theeTo die, O King of all.
2. No creature is so lowly,No sinner so depraved,But feels thy presence holyAnd thru thy love is saved.Tho craven friends betray thee,They feel thy love's embrace;The very foes who slay theeHave access to thy grace.
3. Thy sacrifice transcendedThe mortal law's demand;Thy mercy is extendedTo ev'ry time and land.No more can Satan harm us,Tho long the fight may be,Nor fear of death alarm us;We live, O Lord, thru thee.
4. What praises can we offerTo thank thee, Lord most high?In our place thou didst suffer;In our place thou didst die,By heaven's plan appointed,To ransom us, our King.O Jesus, the anointed,To thee our love we bring!
Text: Karen Lynn Davidson, b. 1943. (c) 1985 IRIMusic: Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1612; adapted by J. S. Bach, 1685-1750
- Hymn Number
- Hans Leo Hassler, 1564-1612; adapted by J. S. Bach, 1685-1750
- Karen Lynn Davidson, b. 1943
- 2 Nephi 2:6-9, Matthew 27:26-31, 34-35
- 7 6 7 6 D
- Easter, Grace, Mercy, Sacrament
- Passion Chorale
Seigneur, ô toi qui portes la couronne