Amazing, holy mystery,
Unfathomed Sacrifice,
Where Incarnate Love on Calvary’s tree,
Accursed for sinners, dies!
From His soul, poured out unto death, that cry
Utters sorrow and love unknown,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
O Sufferer, so wounded, so lone!

How couldst Thou-bruised like crushed worm
Trod down in the dust of death,
Over that scene of wrathful gloom and storm
Pour love’s sweet undying breath?
‘Twas our doom that wrung from Thy soul the plea,
Out of depths of the direful cross,
"My God, O why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
Forsaken, blest Saviour, for us!

For us Thy scars Thou wearest still,
Sweet mark of our Advocate!
Soon Thy Form of love our souls shall thrill,
Low bowed at Thy nail-pierced feet!
How Thy wounds shall speak! how Thy soul’s deep cry
Shall in echo forever fall,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
Lord Jesus! our Glory, our All!