COME, let us join with reverent fear And thoughtful hearts to sing The sufferings of our great High Priest, The sorrows of our King.
He sinks in floods of deep distress; How high His trials rise! While to His heavenly Father’s ear He sends those touching cries.
They tread His honour in the dust, With scorn and deep disdain; Their sharp, incessant slanders add New anguish to His pain.
The fearful stroke for mortal sin, The scandal and the shame, Combine to break His bleeding heart, And crush His sacred frame.
Our Lord and Saviour rose again To His eternal throne; From triumph over death’s domain, To reign in worlds unknown.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡