113 Upon the Cross Extended

1 Upon the cross extended, See, world, your Lord suspended. Your Savior yields his breath. The Prince of life from heaven Himself has freely given To shame and blows and bitter death. 2 How God at our transgression To anger gives expression, How loud his thunders roll, How fearfully he smites him, How sorely he requites him— All this your suff'rings teach my soul. 3 'Tis I who should be smitten, My doom should here be written; Bound hand and foot in hell. The fetters and the scourging, The floods around you surging, 'Tis I who have deserved them well. 4 A crown of thorns you're wearing, My shame and scorn you're bearing That I might ransomed be. My bondsman, ever willing, My place with patience filling, From sin and guilt has made me free. 5 Your cords of love, my Savior, Bind me to you forever; I am no longer mine. To you I gladly tender All that my life can render And all I have to you resign.