IN THE LORD’S ATONING GRIEF

62\nIn the Lord’s atoning grief,\nBe our rest and sweet relief;\nDeep within our hearts we’ll store\nThose dear pains and wrongs he bore.\n2. Thorns and cross and nails and spear,\nWounds that faithful hearts revere\nVinegar and gall and reed\nAnd the pang his soul that freed.\n3. May these all our spirits fill,\nAnd with love inflame our will;\nPlant in us contrition’s root,\nRipen there its saving fruit.\n4. Crucified, we thee adore,\nThee with all our hearts implore;\nWith the saints our souls unite\nIn the realms of heavenly light.\n5. Christ, by coward hands betrayed,\nChrist, for us a captive made;\nChrist, upon the bitter tree,\nSlain for man, be praise to thee.