For me Thy brow is crownèd
With thorns, and Thou'rt disownèd
By men, and bear'st all patiently.
Into death's jaws Thou springest,
Deliv'rance to me bringest
From such a monster dire.
My death away Thou takest,
Thy grave its grave Thou makest;
Of love, O unexampled fire!
I'm bound, my Saviour, ever,