These thou couldst bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah vailed his face,
Unutterable pangs were thine.
4 Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might never die.
5 Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye;
If e’er I lose its strong control,
O! let that dying, piercing cry,