As tender reeds we, who are all bent,
For unto us a child was born and sent,
A child, a man, a king, a lamb to lament,
Foretold of pain and sacrifice yet still he went,
Perfect and righteous upright in all his days,
Humility and faith are the lesson of his ways,
Love to one another over ourselves his life displays,
Our wages immense, we all falling short, in love he pays,
With a kiss, betrayed for but thirty silver the cost,
Marred beyond any man his appearance and form lost,
Save nothing for himself he carried that old rugged cross,
His mother and Mary weeping at the inescapable loss,
This holy vessel bruised tired and frail,
Into the beams hewn with malice went the final nail,
Hanging between thieves still with love he would wail,
“For it is done” at the end he knew he would prevail,
The earth shook; the sky grew dark, and behold the quivering lips,
The veil in the temple was wrent up and down with rips,
And with a sharpened spear plunged into his lifeless hips,
Blood and water brought forth that most precious of gifts,
Removed far from us our guilt and shame,
By the grace of god he forgives our blame,
Will he not leave ninety nine for one of the same?
Oh my lord Jesus Christ what a beautiful name!
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