My Jesus, fair, was pierced by thorns By thorns grown from the fall Thus He who gave the curse was torn To end that curse for all My Jesus, meek, was scorned by men By men in blasphemy "Father, forgive their senseless sin!" He prayed, for them, for me O love divine, O matchless grace That God should die for men! With joyful grief I lift my praise Abhorring all my sin Adoring only Him My Jesus, kind, was torn by nails By nails of cruel men And to His cross, as grace prevailed God pinned my wretched sin My Jesus, pure, was crushed by God By God, in judgment just The Father grieved, yet turned His rod On Christ, made sin for us Made sin for us My Jesus, strong, shall come to reign To reign in majesty The Lamb arose, and death is slain Lord, come in victory! O love divine, O matchless grace That God should die for men! With joyful grief I lift my praise Abhorring all my sin Adoring only Him