On Good Friday: Jesus, My Substitute

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,

Was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine, the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
‘Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

* * *

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,

In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood—
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;

Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;

“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

* * *

No condemnation now I dread;

Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown,
Through Christ my own—
Amazing love!
How can it be?
That Thou, my God, Shouldst die for me?