Full Lyrics
William Tans'ur (1735)
1. Mourn, mourn ye saints! As if ye see,
Our Savior dear, nailed to the tree!
A bitter death he did endure,
To save the souls of men secure.
2. Oh! how his purple streams did flow!
His blood on man he did bestow:
With hands and feet nailed to the wood,
And pierced side ran down with blood.
3. What wisdom can conceive or know!
What tongue or pen can truly show,
The vast dimensions of his love,
Or show his power in heaven above?
4. To God be praise, and worship done,
For giving us his only Son:
Let's tune our souls, and him adore,
In Hallelujahs, evermore.
