1  The Maker of the universe

    As Man, for man was made a curse.

    The claims of law which He had made,

    Unto the uttermost He paid.

 2  His holy fingers made the bough

    Which grew the thorns that, crowned His brow.

    The nails that pierced His hands were mined

    In secret places He designed.

 3  He made the forest whence there sprung

    The tree on which His body hung.

    He died upon a cross of wood,

    Yet made the hill on which it stood.

 4  The sky that darkened o'er His head

    By Him above the earth was spread.

    The sun that hid from Him its face

    By His decree was poised in space.

 5  The spear which spilled His precious blood

    Was tempered in the fires of God.

    The grave in which His form was laid,

    Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.

 6  The throne on which He now appears

    Was His from everlasting years,

    But a new glory crowns His brow,

    And every knee to Him shall bow.