哦主，什么使你头垂？我罪压你身上！你是站在罪人地位，将我罪孽担当。作我祭牲，流血赎罪，使我得着释放。
O Christ, what burdens bow'd Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A victim led; Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.

我杯满了咒诅、死亡，是我应得之分，然而其中每滴苦汤，你都为我喝尽。苦杯你爱为我尽尝，福杯我今得饮。
Death and the curse were in our cup,
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop-
'Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup-love drank it up;
Now blessings' draught for me.

耶和华曾举起祂杖，哦主，向你打下！你被你神痛苦击伤，使我免受刑罚；你的宝血因此流淌，作了我的赎价。
Jehovah lifted up His rod,
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There's not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.

狂风大起，怒涛骇浪，哦主，向你进迫！你的胸怀为我抵挡，作我安息之所。因你为我受死受伤，平安我今得着。
The tempest's awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.

耶和华曾吩咐祂刀，哦主，向你兴起！它的残酷火刃闪耀，须将你血饮吸；既已满足神之所要，它的要求遂息。
Jehovah bade His sword awake,
O Christ, it woke 'gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thy heart its sheath must be-
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.

哦主，你曾为我受死，我也在你死了；你已复活，将我开释，今在我里活着。经过炼净、纯洁、无疵，就得进你荣耀。
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou'rt ris'n: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv'st in me.
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me!