Our sins were laid upon his head;
From us the burden fell:
Beneath our sorrows Jesus bled,
And we are freed from hell!

His Father's all-pervading eye,
That tries the reins and heart,
Could in his soul no blemish see,
Yet did he make him smart.

For, though within his holy breast
No blemish could be found,
With names that had the law transgress'd
His heart was graven round.

There Justice read our legal debt,
And summ'd the vast amount;
And Jesus plac'd, without regret,
All to his own account!

The thunders of a broken law,
While gath'ring o'er his head,
Unshaken our Redeemer saw,
Though fill'd with holy dread.

Justice, that held the flaming sword,
And found his bosom bare,
No drop of mercy could afford,
Because our guilt was there!