1 Deep in our Hearts let us record
The deeper Sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising Billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy Soul.

2 In long Complaints he spends his Breath,
While Hosts of Hell, and Pow'rs of Death,
And all the Sons of Malice join
To execute their curst Design.

3 Yet, gracious GOD, thy Pow'r and Love
Has made the Curse a Blessing prove;
Those dreadful Suff'rings of thy Son
Atton'd for Sins which we had done.

4 The Pangs of our expiring Lord,
The Honours of thy Law restor'd;
His Sorrows made thy Justice known,
And paid for follies not his own.

5 O for his Sake our Guilt forgive,
And let the mourning Sinner live!
The Lord will hear us in his Name,
Nor shall our Hope be turn'd to Shame.