1. Lord Christ, when first thou cam’st to earth,

upon a cross they bound thee,

and mocked thy saving kingship then

by thorns with which they crowned thee;

and still our wrongs may weave thee now

new thorns to pierce that steady brow,

and robe of sorrow round thee.

2. O aweful Love, which found no room in life

where sin denied thee,

and, doomed to death, must bring to doom

the powers which crucified thee,

till not a stone was left on stone,

and all those nations’ pride,

o’er thrown, went down to dust beside thee!

3. New advent of the love of Christ,

shall we again refuse thee,

till in the night of hate and war

we perish as we lose thee?

From old unfaith our souls release

to seek the kingdom of they peace,

by which alone we choose thee.

4. O wounded hands of Jesus,

build in us thy new creation;

our pride is dust, our vaunt is stilled,

we wait thy revelation:

O love that triumphs over loss,

we bring our hearts before thy cross,

to finish thy salvation.