1. 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

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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

2 My Jesus, meek, was scorned by men
By men in blasphemy.
"Father, forgive their senseless sin!"
He prayed, for them, for me

3 My Jesus, kind, was torn by nails,
By nails of cruel men
And to His cross, as grace prevailed,
God pinned my wretched sin.

4 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

5 My Jesus, strong, shall come to reign
To reign in majesty
The Lamb arose, and death is slain.
Lord, come in victory!