6.8.6.4. sung to Troyte's Chant 1 A SHAMEFUL death He dies, Uplifted with transgressors twain, The Lamb for sacrifice, By sinners slain. 2 Full was the cup of woe; In death His thorn-crowned head declined; "'Tis done," He cried, and then His soul resigned. 3 O come my soul, and gaze On that great grief, that crown of thorn: See there, in deep amaze, Thy sentence borne. 4 To Thee, O Saviour Lord, Who washed in blood our sins away, Our boundless gratitude Its thanks would pay. |