126 Lord Jesus, You Are Going Forth

1 Lord Jesus, you are going forth For me your life to offer, For me, a sinner from my birth, Who caused all you must suffer. So be it, then, My dearest Friend; I follow after weeping. Tears flowing free Your pain to see, Watch o'er your sorrows keeping. 2 O soul, come hither and behold The fruit of your transgression! My burden is the curse of old And for your sin my passion. Now comes the night Of sin's dread might; Your guilt I am bearing. Oh, weigh it, soul; I make you whole, No need now of despairing. 3 'Tis I, Lord Jesus, I confess, Who should have borne sin's wages And lost the peace of heav'nly bliss Through everlasting ages. Instead you go To bear the blow; My punishment to carry. Your death and blood Lead me to God; By grace I there may tarry. 4 O soul, I take upon me now The pain you should have suffered. My death will your release allow; My gift is freely offered. The curse I chose That you might lose Sin's curse and guilt forever. My gift of love From heav'n above Will give you blessing ever. 5 What can I for such love divine To you, Lord Jesus, render? No merit has this heart of mine; Yet while I live I'll tender Myself alone And all I own In love to serve before you. Then when time's past, Take me at last; In heav'n I shall adore you.