8.7.8.7. sung to Cross of Jesus 1 LORD, we treasure with affection, All Thy path of sorrow here, And those closing scenes of anguish To our hearts Thyself endear. 2 Deep Thy sorrow then, Lord Jesus, Deeper far than thought can reach, Grief intense and sufferings holy, Far beyond all tongues to teach. 3 None could follow there, blest Saviour, When Thou didst for sins atone; For those sufferings, deep, unfathomed, Were, Lord Jesus, Thine alone. 4 Thou didst measure then sin's distance; Darkness, wrath and curse were Thine; Man-betrayed, by God forsaken; Thus we learn Thy love divine. | Alternative tunes (8.7.8.7.)
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