Hast thou received them all?
How can I, Lord, the anguish see,
Beneath which thou didst fall?
2 'Tis over now, I know,--
That suffering life of thine;
Thy precious blood has ceased to flow,
Thou wear'st thy crown divine;
3 But yet, I weeping see
The thorns which pierced thy head;
Thou faint'st beneath thy cross for me,