1 Arise, my soul, with wonder see
What love divine for thee hath done;
Behold thy sorrow, sin and grief,
Are laid on God's eternal Son.

2 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and grief flow mingling down;
Did e'er such love, such sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so bright a crown?

3 Were the whole realm of nature min,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.