Written By H. Grattan Guiness
Crowned with thorns upon the tree,
Silent in Thine agony;
Dying, crushed beneath the load
Of the wrath and curse of God.
On Thy pale and suff’ring brow,
Mystery of love and woe;
On Thy grief and sore amaze,
Saviour, I would fix my gaze.
On Thy pierced and bleeding breast
Thou dost bid the weary rest;
Rest there from the world’s false ways,
Rest there from its vanities.
Rest in pardon and relief
From the load of guilt and grief;
Rest in Thy redeeming blood,
Rest in perfect peace with God.
Thou art precious in mine eyes;
Thou alone my rest shall be,
Now and through eternity.