When On The Cruel Cross


When on the cruel Cross
The Lord was lifted high,
Affrighted earth in terror quailed
To see its Maker die.

Then had the yawning caves
Devoured the murderous band,
Had not the Crucified in love
Stretched forth His saving hand.

Thou gav’st Thyself to die,
Dark Hades to explore,
To bring to souls in prison bound
New life for evermore.

O Lover of mankind,
To Thee all glory be,
For Thou didst give not death, but life,
When hanging on the tree.

Hymns of the Greek Church,