Lowly Jesus, mighty God,
Suffering Lamb and stricken Dove,
In the wrathful wine press trod,
Who can tell Thy wondrous love?

From Thy Father’s bosom come,
Downward, downward didst Thou move
Unto agony and doom,
Lowly, self-abasing love!

Sin-abhorring, holy Word,
Cursed for sin how didst Thou prove
Fiery pangs of judgment’s sword!
Bruised, profound, amazing love!

Spotless Man, uniquely fair,
God Eternal from above,
Suffered infinitely there,
Mighty, quenchless, deathless love!

Floods of love like rivers, spilled
From the Bosom judgment clove,
All God’s universe have filled,
Fragrant, deep, atoning love!

From Thy wondrous Cross alone,
Bruised Lamb and wounded Dove,
All God’s radiancy hath shone:
Thou art all our Light and Love!