Ye Wretched Sons Of Men Draw Near
Ye wretched sons of men draw near,
The cries and groans of Jesus hear;
Come see the blessed lamb of God,
There shedding of his precious Blood,
Behold him wounded scourg’d & bruis’d
Mock’d, and slander’d, and abus’d;
O hear his cries upon the tree:
Why hath my God forsaken me!
His pain, his anguish, and distress,
No heart can feel, no tongue express;
When all the powers of Hell broke in,
And Christ bore all the weight of sin.
When Jesus to the Cross was nail’d,
The Sun was all in darkness vail’d;
The Rocks were rent when Jesus cried!
The earth was shaken when he died.
The heavens their black curtains drew,
Such mournful scenes they could not view;
It was too much for human eye,
To see the King of Glory die.
How dark and awful was the day,
When Jesus died to take away;
Our curse and punishment and pain,
For which he died and rose again.