WELL we speak of Jesus’ blood, But how little’s understood! Of His sufferings, so intense, Angels have no perfect sense.
Who can rightly comprehend Their beginning or their end? ’Tis to God and God alone That their weight is fully known.
See the suffering Son of God, Sighing, groaning, sweating blood! Boundless depths of love divine! Jesus, what a love was Thine!
Though the wonders Thou hast done, Are as yet so little known, Here we rest—and comfort take— Jesus died for sinners’ sake.
Joseph Hart, 1712-68